a song unafraid

I never did like the fading out

as if those lyrical,

instrumental,

otherwise geniuses,

could think

of no way to end

something that had

zealously sustained

itself

for three, eight,

fifteen minutes already.

Spare me

any doubt.

Collide

vibrations, waves, voices,

bodies heating the shadow

of the towering end

preferring

a death by

inner heat to one

by

outer cold.

So

let's play and

let me my grief and other

mainstays of these sessions,

regret, joy, guilt, contentment, resignation, humor

me and

I will sing with you

a song unafraid of ending.