To No End

by ddavidd   May 10, 2024

Time is spiral film
a reel,
two reals of an hourglass,
one centrifugally ends and one
centripetally reaches its new beginning,
they both result in infinity,

repeating cycles, with hardly any change to recognize,
seemingly twirling forever.

The film is scavenging in the realm on reachable dreams,
unreachable marriage of clarity and colours,
creator and createe,

the parity of endless circles
and expanding spirals,
to no ends.


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