The Infinite Gyre
Riding the spiraling clockwork of reality again –
Off to the sky, beyond the clouds…
And the revolutions grow faster, but, slowly, I begin to perceive their pattern.
I am a slow learner, but I have been given the gift of time.
Bittersweet elixir of life: unfulfilled desires and unrecognized gifts,
Kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain.
Already, I have dreamt 10,000 dreams.
I am no prophet, but I believe I shall dream 10,000 more.
Learning to ride the tornado of time,
The whirlpool of reality,
The infinite gyre.
2024-05-10
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2024
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