Dreaming of the End - an @edgar.allen.poet original

A fragrance of amber focuses its dream of an ending, its ending, the new ending of the last order -
its lyrical praises.
No one here is waiting for the next.
Reflection. You gather yourself for the last.

Now, waiting for the next opus.
Moving. You created yourself for weaving.
A thought, crystallizing will
travel
the jungles of a planet immersed in wonder.
Of the serenity that comes with finding an ending.

You understand, finally, the fear.
Not to promise or even meet
the fellowship of those who wait
before us to ascend like a breathe to the gods.

At the translucent moment
when the morning reflects the finality.
You are going to ask where are the old guards?
And the great flags?
And the warm wind caressing its silences and magnifying them full of
salt and anticipation?