the beginning and

by the last tree in the last summer

on the hill where the last sun falls

on the things that at last mean

we are finally unwound

from the hollow arrow

around which we have spun

our ignorant lives

we leave the first last

to wait inside the darkness

where the black snow falls

like the last bird

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