ellipses

The hand sewn to the golem lump
the ancien fate of a sad,brave hagiography
to the wall , to the well, to the casino
all the lights are no match for our darkness
we flit from one scene to another
slowly, or frenetically
it doesnt matter
the stitches above our extremes
unravel in slow motion
fly like miniature ravens, letters
feet left here, hands on an anonymous cheek
we guard our fowl, and hunger thunders inside us
forget and a wake of feathers on a trail
into our minds
more parts and days and songs forgotten, fallen to the wayside
discarded. we forget the meaning of us.
in the nothing, even tears stop
and all is nothing, the end of the end.
the world and its jots
its smiles and people have dissolved now
roll into the cave, sewing with prayer the leper-self
into the long-awaited tomb
a strange Goshen
i'am a hero, to save my loved ones the pain of me.
without fanfare or parade, minus medals ,I wait.
the ellipses is erased now. Period. Full stop.