The story ends
with a beginning.
All stories end
with beginnings
because no story
ever ends.
It’s life’s
most obvious
secret.
The story
of stardust.
The story
of the primordial singularity.
The story
of godstuff.
The story of you and your mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom and her mom’s mother.
I think
the point here
is to remind you
that you should
throw a fistful
of moist earth
up to the sky
to answer
the question,
“From where did I come?”