Where did one go,
That wrought such steel,
To twist and peel,
That only some may know?
Was it At,
That crossed the cat?
But an arrow thrown,
Does not know the bow.
Was it To,
That saw us though,
To find it was not here?
Or did then,
Forestall the end,
To make the Start Appear?
Emergence and Divergence,
Purgatory and Resurgence,
Saw the World,
Twist like a Curl,
That may not be known,
What it has bestowed.
Thanks begone,
Brightens no misuse.
Some murmur on,
The sombre truth.
To Loiter content,
Deserves smile returned,
For there be true laughter,
If Laughter be earnt.