return

he used,
from time-to-rhyme,
to drift,
soft and
content among
dreams long quenched-
the future on auto-replay.




his throat,
whetted with love's
enthused whisperings,
bears the rasp
& scratch of 
desperation
thirsting for truth's succor.





so, again 
he dives
deep,
down
into cobwebbed mysteries laced
with doubt,
glittering
with golden promise.
he returns to the beginning,
so that the future may finally end.



a spark is found,
again.