a song unafraid

I never did like the fading out
as if those lyrical,
instrumental,
otherwise geniuses,
could think
of no way to end
something that had
zealously sustained
itself
for three, eight,
fifteen minutes already.

Spare me
any doubt.
Collide
vibrations, waves, voices,
bodies heating the shadow
of the towering end
preferring
a death by
inner heat to one
by
outer cold.

So
let’s play and
let me my grief and other
mainstays of such sessions,
regret, joy, guilt, contentment, resignation, humor
me and
I will sing with you
a song unafraid of ending.