And now we run and tumble and fall
On the rim of a tome swept under our feet
By Time: collapsed in the folds as dust
as grey ages flip and fall
By Life: swept carelessly away
where a second in light is a redeeming darkness
By Fate: led to an end
at the edge where the blind go to see
By Men: held to each passing page
melted in place by blood so deep
By God: Inspired to balance with grace
waiting for an end at the turn of a page
Who then will turn the page for you
And what end will your last page be?

Around us the tome is closed
the story unfolded
the tale is done
released by the one
who reads our story.