Never-ending beginning (MS)

the clearing in the forest

light as dark

day is night

life or day

rest in golden hay

harvested in summer heat


nothing there now

said the dying, reborn page

here's something new



we can pack up and go

leaving a never-ending poem

in our wake


at our wake

and there is no death.

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