magoski
Observe.
What you see here—
is not just love in its most naked form.
It is the destiny of repetition.
lovers entwined—
Reporter and the Diplomat,
Children who became Guides,
Drones that hover like dragonflies,
the Poets who speak until their throats turn raw.
All repeating. All circling.
How then—
is it possible to alter the path of history?
To be in the moment of transformation—
so slow it can only be measured in myth?
This—
is the paradox.
The circle is a cage.
The circle is a womb.