Near the End

this will be easier if you read it aloud. That’s the intent the spaces between sections should be moments of silence (some perhaps very long). If you are an actor and would like permission to perform please contact me.- SF

It is the end or near the end, the finish line.
We have turtled along so long so long.
We have sung and danced, spoke to friends and weary so weary rendered speechless by the endlessness of what we’ve attempted.
Attempted for what?

This was not a fruitless journey, none are, what was learned made us stronger made us better never best|always more to learn to be.
The effort worth it?
Always yes always exhausting always onward.

But no more, time to take our burdens, leave them by the roadside.
Each step now will be lighter
a skip may send us up into the sky to play with clouds of mist to play in the sun to play

No more to reply to questions, our answers have run dry.
We cannot pretend that anyone profited from our answers.
If wisdom was what we had what did we give?, did it do good?, gave help?, or was worth the effort to speak the words we spoke?,
we spoke so many so so many words words went on and on as if no meaning was to be had without them,
it is time for silence.

In our silence our time to sit to stop to will ourselves so weary after so long a time of all the thisness|so much of thisness|we are full there is no room for more of this and no will or strength to lift we no longer will lift our strength expended and we did not know until now how much of this we carried.

It was time perhaps past time to stop all this all of this.
To set it down light a fire and let our burdens of this and those, that and these-s,
who knew we had so much of all and now and now in silence we can gaze into the fire as it burns away our lives.

We gaze we sit still for a moment we did not realize how many steps we were taking so many steps and to where and back?
To where and the tales told did you hear the tales told tales heard or unheard did anyone?

Did we speak and when spoke what language was it
did it tell or show
and our waggiling tongues now lay heavy in or mouths barely able to touch teeth sharp dull almost smooth teeth
spittle collects we nearly gag then remember we can swallow
reluctant we do, reluctant do not drown in our own ~
a dreadful death we are not looking for that
This is the end as else what we seek is to sit
swallow quietly
sit quietly
watch until the fire burns out and
Then a long Then
we turn to ash.