كلمات Existence Patterns

In passing, circular realms become dust Faces wither to bone Affliction given But in the end forgotten This is time’s acrimony Casting a shadow That wanders But is never lost Endlessly expanding Yet to reach the plateau With transparent presence Somehow these silent waves echo To be aware of this surreal embrace And in the same moment realize The fractal forms one shape Of infinite parallels Waiting to converge A serpent’s circle returns in cold blood Separating the primitive, recycling new meaning From womb to grave The distance covered is chosen The past was never alive What is will never die Until this handless clock of chaos stops