There Are No Endings Poem by Bull Hawking
There Are No Endings
Everyone remembers how things began
The end is always unseen
Kafka was right that's why he struggled
We begin then try to resolve
Our beginings
Try as we might we can't escape them
Wars are fought over such
All supposed endings wait
On the unseen. End
Which never comes
At least if it does we are then gone
And it doesn't matter anymore
A fabulous ending will never
Justify the beginning.
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