Probably Not

Kind of a shame there’s no end,
Given the amount of life
We spend on little endings.

Even disintegration
Never gets to know the end,
Only involves more ending.

There’s ending and there’s ending,
But watch what happens
After endings. Things begin

To head toward more endings.
If there really were one end,
One goal, one edge to knowing,

One end, and we could see it,
There it stands, always has been,
And, past it, always nothing,

No more starting over, no
Recycling, repurposing,
No back to the drawing board,

No more the middle of things
No more oh well, life goes on.
Wouldn’t that be comforting?