Then,
when enough have agreed,
and in doing so made it so,
when there is no longer
any silence or clamour
to welcome one,
when all words
have had their turn
and been worn to the bone
and the music
no longer falls softly
on the inside,
when all senses
have been sought
and satisfied and
become dull,
when what comes
and what’s done
weigh thunderously
on what seems,
when no-one is near
and everyone is,
hearing nothing and
saying nothing,
when the day breaks
and the chasm opens,
I…
