Something piercing the edge of my circle

Forcing its way inside

Nowhere to hide

The serpent and the egg

Prolificacy trumps all

Still we want.

Brings to mind the way things are split

How we know it is one thing and not another

How we are able to go on

Knowing our wholeness is all in the past

But time’s a loop, right?

Time’s a loop.

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