Do not believe the poison 

‘A beginning is an end.’

Born by a minimalist need for order

Turning would-be artists to stone.

Afraid to begin?

Afraid to end.

How long has the sun risen,

And yet between, the moon sets.

The torrents come in,

chased by the sun, still warm and true.

The universe- she creates.

Dancing melody, 

no crescendo.

Every morning, I begin.

Every evening, I begin.

Every smile, tear, fight, embrace, 

I begin

And I begin,

And I begin.