when the sun descends
there's always a starting point.
everything has one, even a day.
a moment
when the sun separates
from the earth,
and returns to the stars.
there's always a beginning,
a first breath,
a blossom,
a scream,
a look,
a touch,
a kiss,
a spark,
a point of origin.
but what happens
when the sun descends
beneath the waves?
what happens
when we taste our last breath?
there's always a beginning,
everything has one, even the end.
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