Eternal Re-Occurance Poem by Lazarus Knix

Some day to, I shall return,
A path I've traced yet do not know.
I shall speak this verse again once more,
With searing vigor and ardor-,
Upon seas of sand, an endless plateau,
As reason melts assumptive snow;
Where freedom combusts and beeswax burns.

Like a circle I consume myself,
With ravenous taste for the unknown,
Yet, what I've found is nothing new;
Born to flee, and died to pursue,
A future I do not condone,
A past I've reaped, yet haven't sewn,
While the present shadowed, dormant, enstealthed.

Atlas of an infinity,
Crushed beneath the weight of my being.
This, now, Is but a gate
To a quite familiar interstate...
Yet I shake my head, disagreeing
That time is but an ovular meeting
Nietzsche preaches the non-virginity
Of a life, yet, at least I wish
I wander once, then rest in bliss.