Reams of dialogue 

and a newfound love

for the polysyllabic

exalt prevarication, 

the elevation of evasion

into the day's art;

a transparent attempt 

to wrap an end

in leaves of gold, 

instead of a forthright

admission that the time

for curtain-drawing is nigh. 

 

Yet, an end does not

negate the old beginning,

or the middle; it may

even be the herald 

of a fresh dawn, and

a welcome new riddle.