Final Curtain
In the end
we die alone
In the end
no blade to hone
In the end
do Angel’s call
In the end
when rhythm stalls
In the end
which deck unstacks
In the end
our health attacked
In the end
we pray for more
In the end
but fate endures
In the end
one final change
In the end
whose face remains
In the end
the bonds break free
In the end
— one last decree
(Radnor Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
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