End Of The Beginning Poem by zvi finer

From middle to middle, from end to end, this is where it started and this is where it all ends. Freedom or fear, both or neither, nothing is clear. Why even try? Why not just break? Break away from the beginning. Break away from the end. Now look please, deep inside of me, tell me what it is that you see. Is there fire? Is there flame? Is anything different? Or is it all the same? Then break away from what you've seen, break away from me. We started it and now it ends, like we're always walking into another dead end. Bless the rain, bless the fall. Bless the end of everything and all. This is where we stand, as we turn away, we dropp hands.