Semi-Random Reflections

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Think time runs

In circles or lines.

History does not repeat but

Rhymes. in other words, time spirals. planetary worlds

Orbiting revolving suns like circulating beads in rolling bottles do the same.

Retrograding Mercury advances in retreat. Jesus treads on prints of Buddha’s feet, but one will hang while one reclines to face their dying day.

No one walks upon the same beach twice. tides at ever changing heights spread new shells on sand they rearrange, but a ship at sea won’t see the change. the mud will still feel smooth, the water still smell salty. the coastline’s name will stay the same.

When the fasces fells the final flag of Pride, we will fly a new one high. when we’ve shredded all the dixie flags, the oligarchs will steal another seal. winter’s white hood has always given way to diverse spring, then loving summers turn to orange falls. blood moon nights make bright first lights make dark twilights make clear blue skies. only now we hear through apps instead of radio.

That does not mean to gently go. too many eyes will close for good before the passing of the night. that may include our own. the ones that live won’t see the sights of yesterday. the sun at solstice catches still in Stonehenge, but our songs are new ones, not an echo. they may stop burning heretics, but it won’t make phoenixes of witches’ ashes. so be gay and rave and rage till crusading colonizers’ words can fork no lightning. our lights may die, but not today. when the eyes of killers blaze like meteors, hearts of healers glow the more like suns. at all costs, stay alive, to see the day we thrive.