In truth—or all
likelihood at least
the very last
time you do
something—doesn't feel very
much at all
like
the first;
but it does tend
to resemble—almost
exactly! the next-
to-most
recent—which only
makes it all-
too-easy
to presciently understand
the vague
blush that keeps welling-
up
as you muddle
through the task:
having come
at last
in glory—to judge
the living and
the dead—
just feels kind
of awkward—if not
downright
counterproductive!
to the whole scheme
of a kingdom that has
no end—
