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