The boy enters where he began.
\nHe finds himself in a hall,
\nand calls out a name,
\nand the name falls from the air
\nlike broken glass.
\nHe turns into a room
\nand sits quietly listening to waves.
\nWhere is the shore?
\nWhere is the sand?
\nThe clock on a table
\nshines like the moon,
\nbut the hour it shows
\nmelts in the shadows.
\nAs if time grew old
\nand ended.<\/p>\n
Doesn\u2019t matter.
\nEverything that was to happen,
\nhappened,
\nand he nods.
\nWhy?
\nHe doesn\u2019t know.
\nIt makes no difference,
\nunless,
\nthe door opens across from him.
\nWhere he was born.
\nWhere he will be born,
\nif someone remembers.
\nUnlocks the entrance.
\nIt all happened and he is old.<\/p>\n
Why it would happen again
\nhe doesn\u2019t know,
\nexcept it might.
\nExcept it will
\nif he cries,
\nand asks for one more time
\nto be in love,
\nalive,
\nand start over.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The boy enters where he began. He finds himself in a hall, and calls out a name, and the name falls from the air like…<\/p>\n