"everything comes full circle," she said.
the moon granted (in)sight; casting the Sun's
tamed reflection onto jagged rocks.

"it all started here: the cave, the land bridge
crippling, crashing waves acted as some eraser --
the sand was wiped clean like an Etch-A-Sketch," i began.

"grant me answers... if need be, turn me
right-side-up; shake my brittle, foundation
to the quick. even cut off my head!

"...a small price to pay
in comparison to what liberty will lend.
bring me world's apart..."

I was surprised by my boldness, my desperation...
sweat lightly coated anxious skin.
Silently, she returned me to the starting line:

the cave, the land bridge, which was overran
by the once-void sky,... the darkness fled
from threat of the Ancient moon.

In awe, I watched the circled prism
remain trapped by its consistent rotation;
its eternal resolve.

"everything comes full circle," she said.
the words granted insight, crashing Truth's beacon
onto jagged thought.

"indeed! but... the evolution, the journey,
can embark, only when its predecessor is complete."
I answered, after a time. finally aware.

Satisfied, she relinquished my bewilderment;
as twilight ascended, Wisdom melded, becoming
one with the fleeting, docile night.

02/14/2002

Posted on 02/14/2002
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