Spirals

Cycles that repeat forever, but gradually grow in one direction.

Rise.

Reach out.

Fumble around,

Spot, and grasp.

Draw closer and closer

and sink into a comfortable knot.

And hold.

Until the need to rise returns,

Then rise.

Reach out.

Fumble around,

Spot, and grasp.

Draw closer and closer

and sink into a comfortable knot.

And hold.

Until the need to rise returns.

Then rise.

The End

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