Is there really dark erasure
I the maker
Closing in
Expanding outward
Always going
‘Round in circles
As I spin
Be it the room
And wall enclosure  
Or beholden
To the thralls
Of an enormity
Eternity
Upon me night befalls
And in the nothingness
I thrive
My pride in consciousness
Alive
And with these words
Preserve the cycle
Of the die again revive