LAST CYCLE © 2008
If rivers had life, they would be flowing mantles,
Covering the winding track of burning roads.
They would flood ambitions, even before they were born,
In the womb of illusions, never to bloom.
If stones had souls, they would be heavy wheels,
Rolling through the storms of worn-out ascents.
They would tumble, without hesitation, into the cold abyss,
Before the awareness of the end, in the void of the beginning.