is the only way out,
and any doubt—
any designs on ascendancy
or flight
are dreams far too large
for that pipe.
And sometimes, our
last and most
desperate days
are the ones that finally grant us
our greatest chance
to escape.
For when, if not
in our last, darkest hour
does everything spurious
begin to swoon
and dance
to that strange,
muted music—not which
is prettiest,
as it may have
in the past—
but which has staged
the best
gradual fade?
