Repetition
[ Home ]I saw the Chimney fading away.
Witnessed it dissolved, I saw it fell apart by the window.
The change of scenery remained the same.
As I closed my eyes for a while, seasons they changed soft.
The seasons changed, but I don’t know how.
The platform repeated itself, but the scenery did not.
The chimney reformed itself from another side of the sight.
The tide of my thought, bore back to the end and went down.
My tongue tied as a snake when I spoke these words slow.
I was on the edge of the volcano.
I faced unknown as facing the irreparable.
Life is a nobius ring, that is what we all endorse.
But future is not a miracle or anything miserable.
It’s the repetition, I know.
Trapped in the rhetorical device,
I am still seeking something we can produce.
If life is about timing, then what timing is about