
i wrote cycle during a breaking of self. a time of dismantling.
it is about impermanence. the lives we move through. the selves we build and break. the version of myself i once thought was fixed, and how that wall comes apart when you actually listen to what is around you.
eden is a convergence of the all things everywhere at once.
the poem ends on a question instead of an answer. why did this not happen before? meaning why did i not see it. that everything is always becoming.
curiosity lets the breaking become softer.

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