It’s all about perspective.
The hole opens,
the maelstrom calls,
rock shifts to sand
and the pattern holds true;
nothing to do but watch.
It all happens again,
as it was before,
now and ever shall,
actions based on instinct,
motions learned through habit.
Looking into the maw,
of apparent defeat
by an implacable fate,
three words fly out
to hold on to:
‘I did this.’
Later, eyes open and clear,
it becomes apparent;
Newton was right
about the redemption of faith
and all that stuff.
When the heart speaks,
all that is required is to listen.
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