Circles, pattern

Each time the seasons change
It rises above sea level
Waiting to be released
Waiting to flood and force
A reboot

Each time the seasons change
It tightens in to the tightest of knots
Ready to break, to allow a clean break
A new start

Each time the seasons change
It builds, it boils, it twists
Filling my eyes, my soul, my body
But there’s no clean break here
No reboot
Just static silence
Until the season changes and it dissolves temporarily

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