wonder what
begins again from
a particular ending
now that i'm here i see
scattered remains
lived in beneath darkened skies
what fountain is this
rebuilt from
ashes to ashes
steaming masses playing
at mistaken
can't know or wait
for eventual clarity
begin again from here.

living doesn't always
beget right thinking
experience
leads one to
wasting
lettered streets on
mass evacuation
and now this becomes
less
for time takes all.