You and I as us
Did not have a beginning.
But who, when I was burning,
Promised to end all beginnings
that ever have been?
Dreams, desire, destiny
He burnt them too
and with them all endings
which began afresh
Smearing those sacred ashes,
and smoky scents of longings
Was that you who went past me today
When I searched for him
In the crowded streets of despair?
You and I as us
Did not have an ending
But who, when I was drowning,
Promised to erase all endings
That hover menacingly?
Sadness, shock, separation,
He drowned them too
and with them all beginnings
which end without a cause
Washing the sky afresh, painting
Ochre dawns on a new cloud
Was that you who went past me today
When I searched for him
In the desolate tempests of hope?
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