each arm reaches out
to a different spirit
another line connects each path
in a backward cycle
a false sense of peace
shattered by truth
energy levels wax and wane
until you find yourself again
begginning of all begginnings
escape from the falsehood
reclaim your soul
or else lose yourself
never to be found
by even those who seek you
don't become deadened
by artificial tranquility
it swallows up those
who search for too perfect an answer