Ends

Every shape

Has

So many

Ends.

Lines

That cut them off

From all others.

They tried

To tell me,

To explain

That worn

Doctrine:

"Every end

Is a beginning",

They said.

I scoffed loudly,

What difference

Does that make

To me?

Before or after,

They're equally other;

Beyond my purview,

Outside my reach.

Your word games

Leave me as stranded

As I began...

They scattered;

Disdain and dismay

Carved into their features

In equal proportion.

I watched

Their backs

Retreating

Over the horizon,

And regret leaked

Sneakily into

My heart.

I clung to

Their words,

Wrung all

The company

And sympathy

Out of them;

It was

All I had.

Gradually,

The discord

Arranged itself

Into a melodious lesson

That found resonance

In those inner chambers.

If the end

Of one

Is also

The beginning

Of the next;

It is no

End,

It is a

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