The end and beginning on a poem

The end is near

Every moment

occurs

a new

beginning.

The end is near

at every boot,

on each attempt,

each feint

of be.

The end

is the origin

of all change.

The transformation

is the only

permanent

in this world,

on this  earth

of mutations.

Love waits,

quiet,

expected

his time

and becomes immortal.