The Loop
Birth is the echo of death undone,
each breath a leash to the infinite.
We orbit ourselves,
naming the stars as if they’ll stay.
But time only dances in circles—
wearing masks we once wore.
Copyright © Aaliyah O'Neil | Year Posted 2025
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