Unbroken Cycle Poem by Kevin Maroney

cycle, knowN to none
lives outside Of reality
unknown To most, grasped
before the end of vitality,
mortality
ends its
transmission
mistakes, so oft repeated by
hordes of naivety, are not
meant to be corrected, but
left to the wind.
luck to revise, but
luck does not suffice....
perhaps hope
prevails where most have
failed.
maybe their is a faint Light
at the end of elongated tunnels,
not scrambled neither by disgusted
or interruptant machinery,
obfuscated by Impotent age
or random, Killing rage.
maybe wE can right the beginnings
before the very Last End come Yonder.