And there is that point in time,

 And there is that point in time,

near the end, when the beginning

is lost from sight. The middle

becomes as meaningless as the start

was a mystery, so the end is. When

any question screams silence.

When a father says I am my son.

When a son says I am my father. 

When the unborn remain silent, waiting

for their turn to say something,

anything will do.