People Die,
A raw essence
Runs rampant through fire.
Newly acquired realization.
Ancient findings ignored,
Circles and Cycles.
Wheels turn the world about,
A kink, a knot
Rings don’t roll forever
So as a ring, my pain can’t go.
Can’t roll forever.
But no change,
Always a space,
No decaying body lies to
Renew the life again.
A stagnant river turns
To swamp again.