it's a point of an undetermined size and an undetermined shape just careening past through sense and space the point where you realise there are no mistakes no fears once all borders have desolved no questions beyond what you believed and who you loved the point where it comes to light that every last one of us fought the good fight the point there between right and wrong motion and emotion silence and song where you finally understand where it all comes clear that we are not released in death we are translated extended expressed we are all the colors of the spectrum within us somewhere now the end is not a rainbow it's not a new beginning it's the same old beginning we've been living all along
This really speaks to me. I'd like to say that it is really great work (I think it is), but I have too little experience critiquing poetry to know anything more than what I find beautiful or what something says to me. This, I find beautiful.
