To be is to
Eventually no longer
Be.
No beginning
Offers travel forever forward.
To never end
Is to have never begun.
These thoughts and words and lines
As well
Build only to a time
Of turning silent
And continuing no more.
To come in
Is to have once gone out.
To leave
Is to have once arrived.
To go down
Reminds of having gone up.
To wake
Is to have been asleep.
A sunrise
Foretells a sunset.
And a dried flower -
Once a gift in bloom -
Tells
That there's no living
Without having to,
At some time,
Accept giving it all up
...And leave.
...And leave.

