An ending is another beginning,
they say.  But what if starts
have no allegiance to—or often,
memory of—the prior,
then so what, I say.
Must what is used always be used up?
If everything is to be given to the past
for the future to feed on,
then holding and holding onto
are illusions irrelevant to function,
incompatible with understanding,
or, at least, redundant and misguiding.
I am a machine
programmed for absurdities.