the dance of the spiralling feeling once again visits this mortal being the immortal rises and falls takes hold gains residence for this while round and round pulled by the motion of desire
that it comes is no surprise but the wanting lingers set deep inside in the apparent it is not seen and yet feeling is believing waiting wanting needing
sometimes the gap is too large time elapsed like sunlight to earth continual in presence just hiding in the eclipse of faith changed by movement as everything must knowing nothing is measured but time itself