Cyclical
The end is a beginning
They exist as one
Time and space revolve around it all
Never ending never truly beginning
It is the now; it is the past, and the future to come
Never has the cycle been broken never will it truly belong
For without it we are nothing, yet with it we but dust
We wish to break it, but it will always break us.
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