The beginning the same as the end...
Two cuts of the same rope...
No matter how placed the strands remember not...
which direction is which....
But remember only that they belong together....
this strange rope...
twisted and burned....
Like some friars belt...
hanging from the maker's door....
abrupt was its start...
and too soon the end...
but to the casual observer it was just another strand in time...
neither important...
nor unimportant...
just something that was...
the glorious arrival...
completely forgotten...
with only the vaguest rememberances...
of the end...
all in all....
it was just another beginning.....
with a history already tied...
to the end.....