placebo nocebo

No story starts
on a fresh page.

"Once upon a time"
is just a next step.

And it will happen
many times,

before and
again.

why things end

beneath a surface-

thoughts flow

and erode

from below and

you won’t know

the danger

you are in

until

a moment

just before

changes,

just before

the cracks,

just before

the fall through,

just before

the gasp.

how things end

dust motes 

that dance in light

vibrations and waves

just degrees from

landing, collecting,

then stay aloft-

hoping they

might

become something

more than air-

a cool 

downward breeze 

encourages,

a density forms,

motion stalls,

molecules still,

declare existence,

and demand

to be seen.

mosaic

a piece from here 
a piece from there
not random really
all are from somewhere.
and its good to be aware 
that for some a good finish 
only comes after a great distance
from the start.
but those worth concern
know that an end is easy to earn
as long as you accept 
that all of your pieces, 
separate or together,
are still 
art.