Poetry

Nothing Matters

Nothing matters

But the quality

Of the affection

In the end

In the beginning

Nothing matters

But the quality

Of the affection, how

Smooth, how

Rough, in

The end

Nothing matters

But the quality

At the end of

The affection, the

Beginning, how it

Wears, its weal,

Nothing matters

But the survival

Of the affection

If it is possible

Rough, smooth

In the end

The beginning

Nothing matters

In the end

Affection, its quality

One cannot speak it

One cannot speak of it

In the end

Did you expect

To go on

Forever

That we would

Go on forever

That there would be

No end to us

Our life here

As there’s an end

Forever ending

To anything

In the quality

Of the affection

Find the ending

Point to the

Ending

Already in the beginning

There, an end:

Woe to them

That conquer with armies

And whose only right

Is their power