When the end justifies the means,

When all things known are not all things seen,

 

Enthusiasm wanes

Adrenaline drains,

Where did anticipation go?

 

Unanswered, lies, what is between,

that colossal start

 

and failure,

 

finite.

 

but, here at end,

worn, emptied,

spilled

 

an infinitesimal twinkle,

a spark of truth

asserts itself

above expectations–

 

Was all for naught?

Stirring the embers of what might yet be

 

–and lights tomorrow’s hope.