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Published on Nov 28, 2016
Some have hit the bottom, And some don’t even care Pitied, but tomorrow forgotten As if never were and never begotten.
Some have risen up And never to us return, But they smile down upon us Through the eyes of our memories
The cold dawn of a new day assaults us, let it come Everything remaining in this universe Everything revolving in this universe Will return back to us, like circles that ripple in the water
Nothing ever disappears without a trace Nothing ever disappears without a trace Some kind of random course Predestined fatal sort We’re together inside of this spiral Of obtaining and losing and finding And what remains of us Cities of frozen ice Simply wait til the climate is warmer No regrets, not a breath filled with sorrow
The revelatory moment, secrets, enimga The hand of god, uniting joy and terror So many times I tried, but now My stone flies into the water and always in the circles’s center Tried to throw it from the south, from the west and twilight, In the morning, from different directions, varying types of stones, With another hand, skipping it as I jump, blindly... some sort of trap No matter what, always the center of the circle... year after year...