All is a cycle of sacrifice
A turn from death to renewal
Life folds in to close
And flips open unfolding to the new
Which is not new, just next
There is no new only renew
Nor ultimate death, not yet
Ever destined to contribute
As words or spaces on a page
Some getting stuck
In the collective mind
Others just an iota
Or the space beneath one
Still there, still a part
And will continue to be
Until the first mover
Makes a final master stoke