It Ends

It must.
How could it not?
The thing, the the

What are we if not death?

To be, to to?
Is to be just a moment?

Hell is a thing.
It must be.
Es muss sein
Says the poet.

But es geht am Ende.

We turn, yes. Over again.
You think and you turn
Over again.
Over again? Maybe, but maybe then no?

Time turns over again.
It repeats itself.
It revolves and does not cease.

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~ by Benji on 19 July 2014.

One Response to “It Ends”

  1. We are all spirits spinning in eternity. Just let it go, Benji! This is a difficult poem to read, and I don’t believe in hell, personally… Much love.

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