The End Of Every Beginning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking exacting measurements to boundaries of life,
stretching them beyond themselves just to get more
moments contained therein.

Solemnly interjecting simplicity into the equation,
finding formulas that will add up to what I want in
this life.

Qualifying for the end of every beginning, often
enough, getting somewhere in meaningful definitions.

Taking off into spheres of intellect where only I can
travel into, nothing else mattering, except what I am
feeling right now, associated with this rhythm.