Cyclic is the vortex,
the ever-tempting gyre
masquerading as an Elysia
of poisoned promise.
Lured back in
with gilded truths
& gallow hopes
of greed renewed.
Yet Time bends memory:
turning truths septic,
dreams leprous…
Awaken to fractured fragments
Kintsugi mended;
a porous cacophony
of progress ebbing.
