Is it the end?
Or the beginning?
What is it that we celebrate?
The end of this?
Or the beginning of that?
One is mythical.
Abstract.
It looms,
hazy, mirage-like.
The other concrete.
Absolute.
It marches closer
steadily.
But which is which?
you cleverly ask.
Ah, that depends.
The end is a sigh, an exhale;
the beginning, an intake of breath.
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