Time Does Not Repeat Itself

Oh no, time does not repeat itself,

It spirals, perhaps, one turn reverberating on the others,

But time does not repeat.

 

Nature’s variation is endless,

Orderly, yet endless.

 

Everything done will be undone.

 

Everything undone waits for rebirth.

 

Ask an earthworm, ask thunder, ask your skin.

Nothing, not even time, repeats itself.

Rest in that.

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