celestially full,
the lunar cast, wondering
if this finality will
last, or
just a piece of
penultimate past, peace
rasp and weary, waiting
drenched vanity for
ego demise
contrived
in self-standing
non-withstanding circumstance
oh, alas, at last, and
never, yet
always
waning, deflective
explanations 
oh, dejected explanations!

is this unbeknownst beginnings?
for
since some former crescent, or
just
another ending
such satellite light, waltzed
upon
frozen inland shores,
certain
and sure, of
some chariot illumination set
to be.