It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.
The time on either side of now stands fast.
Meanwhile let us cast one shadow in air and water.
I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.
We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.