How to mend the wounds?
As by giving or letting go?

How to end the never ending story.
The story rendering the never ended.

Time floats in its own accordance,
destiny doubles and breaks into bloom,

fire and destruction, history and loss.
The world tilts, we slide with it.

But see the goslings follow in the pond?
They grow, depart, return.

The boy, man now, more and more
Will go on forever.