Comedy or Tragedy?

Cycles. Circling around themselves until it all blends and blurs into one.

Shall we rinse and repeat,

always gravitating towards steady defeat?

Dismantling the antlers

put forth for us to retreat…

Can we ultimately expand

into the cosmos fractured plan?

We’re not meant to win,

just to love and understand.

Illusions. Reality can only be defined once it’s truly begun.