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here is the beginning
here
it has begun

here
and everywhere
a beginning
an end
begun
together

a beginning
an end
in roots
as well as leaves
in stamina
as well as pistils

leaves
treetops

in reality everything is falling we all are falling that is the same as turning around coming and going being and not being and because of that the most stupid questions are where from for what a purpose why for whose sake

in reality I have never wanted to speak to write poems about anything other than free fall freedom but if I want to look out there is something a snowstorm or a huge white bird taking flight I cannot say where from or where to if I want to look I am small and silly and there is a cold pane between me and the darkness and I cannot even shout into that night of snow and birds into that white birdfeather-darkness the only word that would explain everything be the beginning of everything

I know I am small and silly I am old and tired I was a poet I was I but in reality there was no me there was only this word this dreadful white word I have bent down to see through this evening this everlasting snowstorm to look through myself throught the dark windowpane and dark space through it all through myself and through my non-existence

but there is
no answer
because
there was
no question