changes in state which repeat at a regular interval.

A thousand circles, a thousand fates
a thousand beginnings of unknown weight.

light falls on all, if ever some,
hiding the night of the morning sun.

The binding thread, which weaves the sum
twists and turns, it's work soon done

teasing forever, and tempting none
in the reunion, makes them one.

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