Cycles
Life,
the cycle...
The world,
the circus...
The man,
circumscribed...
The universe,
conspicuous...
The light
lights up,
the repeated time
suddenly...
The spirit
ascends,
life
surprises
ever...
everything comes and
departs,
returns to
start... and has
no edge...
Successfully,
no recess all
moves on,
always... motorcycle
perpetual, ad infinite,
continuous, and
never ceases...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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