Stuck Within Cycles Within Cycles Within Cycles

A TRANSMISSION AFTER RETURNING FROM

THE BOTTOM OF A SWIMMING POOL

And as the child rises, the colors are iridescent.

The sun hovers in the sky calmly caressing the child.

He smiles and swats his hand in the air.

The hills unfurl around him, revealing a happy place.

Now the child has grown old and sits underneath an apple tree.

White hairs tuck out from his chin.

He feels around in his gums for a tooth, and pulls it out.

Then flicks it to the dirt.

With nothing to do but think all his entire life,

He has learned many things.

Number One being that his dad was not good to him.

Number two being that his mom was not good to him.

Number three being that his grandparents were not good to his parents.

Number four being that his great-grandparents, were not good to his grandparents.

Number five being that there is no accurate model of perfection.

Nothing is ever anyone’s fault.

Trapped within cycles,

Within cycles,

Within cycles,

Within cycles.