A long time may pass
In this eternal play of repetition
A dissonant sway
Tuned to the note of the terror
Of coincidence

A long time may pass
The concrete bodies
May disperse, scatter, splinter
Into a fraction of their being

Every figure cast its shade upon this earth
Every moment burst out of the clock

The tail eater turns
The tail eater sprouts
From within itself

One must want
Nothing different
Not forward, nor backward
Not in all eternity
Not merely to bear the necessary
Still less to conceal it
But to love it

Every shape and every form
Every oak and every stone
Shall reemerge
Together
To meet, attract, repulse, kiss
And corrupt each other
Again

A long time may pass
In this eternal play of repetition
A dissonant sway
Tuned to the note of the terror

The tail eater turns
The tail eater sprouts
From within itself