Trinities
Repetition, Renewal and the Return
Sat in waiting
At the end of time.
Repetition stated it didn't matter anyways cause it was all the same.
Renewal spoke and maintained the differences were as vast as the changing seasons.
Return sat in silence,
Like breath held in suspension,
And then spoke
"When I come back to creation
It is as an End."
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