progress

spirals

up / down

progress / decay

waves come (waivers)

and recede.

do they really go anywhere?

I am the water

I am the flow

the turning

the directionlessness

yet moving

yet prompting, tempting newness

tempting another day.

and dreams

elipses

return

the sun's progress.

a life is a year

a year is a second

and a blink, is the eye that closes.