End Point

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END POINT


Disoriented in a labyrinth of commas, 

clauses, and other such syntactical obstacles


through which you are obliged to navigate

your way to meaning, please persist 


until the period—endings often have 

a way of rearranging perspective,


like reading an Agatha Christie novel 

a second time—of course, no novel 


idea that not until the end can one

begin to understand, but still, it’s one 


well-worth a periodic re-exhortation

as you pilgrim through this opaque poem—


your hope being that maybe,

since you don’t quite get it yet, there's more

 

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