full circle for the twisted and winding

Full circle moments.
An elusive checkpoint
That dances in the shadows
At the edges of memories...
 
Called up from the depths
Of young, unawakened eyes
To fill in the blanks
Of an ever twisting
Ever moving existence
Marked by the agonized
And often indignant question...

Why?

              Why?

        Why?

Lost in the desperation
Of a closure unfinished
Entire worlds screaming
To multitudes
With hollow pride
From empty mansions.

Still an unwavering echo
Backed by the whispers
Of angels forgotten
In the wake of devil's play time
Turned dark night of my soul.

I read signs and see entire worlds
In the spirits behind all these tired eyes.
Yet still I wander and surmise
Called back by the kindness of strangers
And shattering structures
Of tunnel vision dreams gone awry.

Full circle dances in the everyday
Habitually mocking those blind to see...
And those too afraid to shine their light.

Full circle moments?
A gift unseen and unopened.
All by those afraid to entangle
The art of moving forward
And the challenge of being still.

Tonight I am pacing in circles
Like an animal in a cage
Or a pet chasing their tail...
Found like a breath of new life
One more lost train of thought
Away from the circle walls closing in on me...
One more "fuck it" from either
Complete destruction or victory at last.