It saddens me, to think of what will eventually be;
Death’s final finish; the master stroke of conclusion.
But what of the canvas that lies unfinished? Or race that starts? Where is the valuer of unfinished works? A price is most elusive.
Yet the valuer presides at the end; like a priest at a funeral. At the finished picture, or final resolve; the ultimate reveal is when it all contemplation ceases .
For in death, or completion is when we see and come to understand all.
It must come, for its without a price otherwise.