eternal return

It matters not to anyone,

or anything at all.

As fleeting as a strobe light in a club,

and shining just as brightly.

 

I offered you a shoulder,

You responded with a word.

If everything were to happen again,

Would anything appear at all?

 

Perfectly in time, a

Crescendo, some blinking alarms

Too obvious to miss.

It may not have happened, but it did.

 

And it keeps happening, 

A new crescendo, a new return.

Infinite repetitions, 

 

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