Everything
Turns,
Rotates,
Spins,
Circles,
Loops,
Pulsates,
Resonates,
And
Repeats.
Circles
Of life,
Born from
Pulses
Of light,
Vibrate
To
Breathe,
While
Spiraling
Outwards
For
Infinity
Through
The lens
Of time,
And into
A sea
Of stars
And
Lucid
Dreams.
The unchanging change of change, that's History. Lovely, keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those elegant patterns of cyclical energy are part of us, but on a mental level we are provisional agglomerations of drives. We are searching for meaning and purpose. I don't think we can look to building blocks of energy to define us.