a circle,
(closed).
arms reach,
stretch,
but never
quite
touch.
infinity spins
round β
no end, no start,
but always moving.
everything and nothing,
twirl,
dance β
a waltz of wisp and weight.
light glows,
soft, gentle,
(but distant).
the edges blur β
you almost see it,
almost touch itβ
but then it's gone,
slipping β
through cracks.
completion?
or is it
just a loop β
a never-ending spiral?
your place is here,
(but not yet).
not yet.
the world,
the world β
is beyond,
above,
inside.
in every step,
every breath β
is the world.
you can see it.
(you almost touch it.)
but itβs already gone.
(it was never there.)
but you are.
spinning.
forever
waiting.