And so it ends (Celestine river).

Walk-listening along wittr,
by a purple-lit, black celestine
river, as a mirror,
taunting liver with natural
lager and solemnities—

morose as a ghost wandering,
(near-cried at work wondering);
and so it all ends and goes
waiting, contemplating time:

the watcher in the dark, bed cold,
hands dry.