I saw the open door
light beyond the tunnel
proper questions to wrong deductions
the sum of all the addends
to a final conflict
the ending before it all began.
I recognized the familiarity
of that obscure room visited eons ago
cosmic intermezzo of echos in time.
In mind a subdivision of various theories
a series of developments that ran full circle
to arrive at the same place and spot.
I stand immeasurably and indefinitely
back to where I once began.
Full Circle
Published inMain
another beautiful poem to think about Bravo!