One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.

When Sleeping Beauty wakes up, she is almost fifty years old

... people get confidential at midnight.

Meanwhile let us cast one shadow in air and water.

My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.

God serves the choosy. They know what to want.