When the Thing is Done

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,




but, here at end,

worn, emptied,



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.

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