here

where do

all the things go

that were never said

where do

all those dreams die

that were never accomplished

where do

all those people pass

that we never turned into

where do

all those endings close

that didn’t end

the beginnings

that never began

the middles

that never middled through

but have gone the way

of the dinosaurs

or worse

for at least those

rattle-skulled

beasts

left evidence of

a middle that

is forever twisted and decayed

where does

forever go

when it hasn’t

even started yet