Cycline

there is this snake
that bites its tail
there is this dog that
chases its shadow
there is this man
that looks for something
in the past
unknown to him
is this snake this dog
this shadow
that no one sees
there is this future that
meets them all
and yet how close how far
there is still no name
no tag no choice.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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