The first day of Fall
Transition of the seasons
The Equinox – when Night and Day
Light and Dark are balanced
There is the cycle
There is the timeline
One repeats
One never looks back
For the moment
Mars rules the night
Venus the morning
Neither cares
My days seem to repeat
An endless monotony
Of work, laundry, dishes
And projects left undone
There’s comfort in the structure
But I’ve read enough Foucault
The cycle is endless
My timeline is not
We dance
Swaying forward and back
The orbit contains our momentum
Filling space with movement
The direction doesn’t matter
But that we choose it, does
So once again I ask myself,
Where do I go from here?
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