Cycles

Outside the bull roars to the moon
Clear and full
My window the stage

In silver light
I watch the stars
Nothing changes in darkness

The Schumann resonance
Thoughts
Escape

I strayed onto the path
Such mistakes
Cannot be mended

Seven years measured
The start of cycle nine
The end of cycle eight

Write
Pray
Meditate

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