The minutes passed
through the windows draft
I felt the breeze pass
across my face
Into my path

60 of seconds
60 of minutes
Sick to my stomach
As hours diminished


An anvil crashed
On my cerebral cortex
And I vomited a vortex
Of months in accordance
With another year

The pattern
Each way I move my steps
Retrace where the last one went
A circle-less circle
Following my lead
Following me to repeat
The same thing over again

I asleep I awake
The sun replays the same day
Adding to my age

The pattern
The same me
In different scenarios scattered
And nothing of it matters
To my current being

Material items accumulate
Even though the only thing
I take
is my soul

Bound to a heaven
Or punished to a hell
I'm painted into my patterns
Desire to free will

Walking through His story
He molded a man
Unworthy of His glory

To follow a pattern
Of matters
in space time and matter

A circle-less circle of manners
Repeated in gestures for each culture
Of his habits

The minutes passed
Then the day grasped
The ends faceless mask

When the recognition of pattern
Proves our geometrical figure
To the sum of Master
Sinner

We will then begin to learn
What was asked
And why we kept repeating
The same disasters
In every act of our


Pattern