Bookends

In the beginning...
                         
                             there was the word.

At the end...
   
                     there was nothing,

not even the word.

When nothing came to pass
there was no one to know
or comment on the complete
absence of anything.

It was as it had been long before
dawns of any kind existed.

In the stillness of the end
there was no sound,
only the faint possibility
of possibility .