I open at the close

I was right there...
standing at the beginning...
my most useless thoughts,
cutting the edges,they sing.
something to resolve, something to mend...
And just then, I realized,
Oh! f***, this is the end.

The third person

It can be jeered
for its placid ill-timed moves.
It can be sneered
as it shows and itself proves.

It crumbles sometimes
by an unlikely measured shot.
It fumbles sometimes
while trying a snappy retort.

But it can be seen
from that dark and dusty dungeon.
And it can be heard
and felt and so on...

Obscure touches

She felt it,
a heightened sense of niceness.
A bit cold, a  bit cajoling,
and that seemingly safety fence.
She tried to like it,
she loved it not.

She felt it again,
a heightened sense of calmness.
A bit human, a bit surreal,
and an urge to observe the silence.
She absolutely loved it,
she loved it a lot.