Dual parts complete
only as one.
Parallels fulfilled
only together,
born from the yawn of yearning
inside the poverty of destination.
A spiral:
beginning and end
folded into the same point,
annihilation!
Time itself is a coil,
winding upon itself,
stretching one moment
into infinity
without stretching at all,
while crushing end and beginning
into one,
which in truth is null,
which is
nothingness.
We move in arcs
we do not choose,
reaching toward the center
even while spiralling away,
the centrifugal and the centripetal,
the two halves
that make an apple:
from pole
to equator
to the other pole,
a spiral journey,
zero to zero,
the everlasting cycle.
