Every phrase and every sentence is an end
and a beginning. T.S.Eliot

a b c d e x y z.
Now sleeps lost in me.
You said you would let be, let be.
2 4 6 8 10 96 98 100.

Un deux trois cent.
Lying apart now grown cold
Our half-thought breathing gold
A little passion spent.

Uno due tre cento.
The Frost shining to the quiet Moon
From the private ease of this room.
After great pain the letting go.

It is 12:20 and I stopped breathing.
There was a lie too deep for tears.
When I throw back Years
When the Present has such things

My night sweats without me.
z y x w c b a.
Breathless we turned away.
Now as I was in my chains like the sea.

Sixteen sixteens four fours.
Are you awake tonight?
Do not go against the dying of the light.
Down the road someone endures.