The end is the beginning is the end...

Now and once. What stands beyond.

A roar for those with eyes to see

And cycled in unbroken bond

The taciturn. The turning key

A sliver split of razor light

The taciturn. The turning key

Step closer, bright, the dial of night

Both natural and mystery

A point where ends begin again

The shining wheel. The lightless black

And all beginnings meet their end

And names won’t pass beyond the crack

What once was clean again will be

But names won’t pass beyond the crack

Beyond the razor boundary

Some things remain… some don’t come back