Friday, April 4, 2025

in and out

every breath
takes me back
to the beginning
that one day
will also
be the end
of my journeys
cyclical
circular
in and out
out and in
story of a dot
that became a circle
that became a sphere
that became a dot
and then – nothing. 

2 comments:

  1. I read this poem as a complete sphere, not as lines. Now I know what well-rounded means. :-)

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