Ficly

Seems To Be Circular To Me

D elicate
A fterlives
W elcome the
N ewly restored womb.

B looming
R ecycled
I nstances
G rowing forth from the
H orizon’s distances,
T ime towers,
E nveloping
N aturally like the
S easons are slowly sloping.

D aunting
U niverse—
S uch a soundless
K aleidoscope of life

D ull
A nd
R ightful
K eeper of sleep,
E nduring the end—
N ow nothing will ever
S eem the same again

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