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