everything has a beginning.

standing at the edge of the cliff
.                                                        breathing
I feel myself growing old
slowly creeping rust
that winds within me;
I stand in a world reeling–
feeling– cold, within a mind
where once was bold. now you
see
.           me.
go from dust to dust.

things that begin. must end
so things may begin again.
be not  jealous
.                             oh
.                                     be
.                                         rebellious
space is renewed
once more