11/3/14 November; she’s beautiful

Upon story finish, I looked up, & it was 11/2/14,
& I’ve just woken up, knowing I must start another
even though there is one left unfinished,
yet another must be born.

For the last I had to travel outward in order
to retrieve the finale, due to becoming so
attached to specific characters; I had to
seek out the ideal location & setting
before
I knew how to wrap the ending.

Outward, beyond my nook, past my book,
there
sounded the death rattle, echoing my
past & future, merging them into
one event, one show, one Halloween night I had
fixed in my mind & was required to fight just
to go beyond my nook, for my book
& various other
pointed fancies that remain
w/ lingering tassels & sparkling eyes
left in my mind.