Of the rings on trees and lines on palms, so intricately beautiful yet nothing in comparison to the width of the ocean or the clashing of the seas.
Repetition by the creator.
Of birth and death and DNA
Copies upon copies upon copies
Inheritance of actions and weak limbs
We follow zero to one to zero…sun moon sun….love hate love
“Nuth’n new under the sun!”he spits, old and weary and burying his son, just as he’d laid down his Pa.
Roles, is all. We play ’em then die,
but play ’em we must.