Daniel Tutt

The recycling time of one self
Is wrought trough time

Time’s proven the quantifier of
One’s progress

Whether he starts the journey ahead
Or behind,
His body is owned by time.

That the cycle extend it’s time in set intervals
Merely depends on the breadth of the suffering
Endured from each

And the time that he owns in his mind
Plays tricks on those cycles
Placating one against the other

After cleansing his own mind
His time presents and holds him from becoming
Ensuring the cycle’s independence from his will

And finally when he is forced to body the other dimension
The chains break from they’re source
Sending the object of his soul
Back into space

Where in time the two elements that compose him
Meet in unison,
The return of his cycle begins anew.