Beginnings
Memories of the many beginnings,Some we remember, some we don't.
With all the old vanishing angles,
New circles and new functions arise,
Waiting for none , not even the one.
New boundaries to many questions,
Going on and on like a storm,
Breaking all that seemed clear.
No signs of decline,
In your head, nor in mine.
So then what's to fear?
New beginnings are here to hold
Some we remember, some we won't.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
2:43 AM
