3/30/21

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