Full Circle

as above, so below
still like the first traces
of the lingering vapor, bleak
the reality I came into, this
founding all experience, of existence known
cold, dark, hated and rejected
the fruit of surviving
resistance
awful and complete
the pain of being
ancient, and still
a neverending bleak reality, the vapor
the only constant curling through it
founding all experience, of existence known
cold, dark, hated and rejected
the fruit of surviving
resistance
awful and complete
the pain of being
the beginning, the end and in between
double loaves of desolation intertwined
and now, with my purpose done
my last prayer, my only hope
O G-d, bless my soul
give me liberty, giving me death
by the end of 34
and please, please, bring me home