Feeling ill at the thought,

Of doing it all again.

Making something happen,

That causes the cycle to

Insufferably repeat.

What can one do?

Either stand in the whirlwind

Of the lunacy. Or take hold

Of the tornado, whose goal

Is to take everything. Pause.

Looking to where the sun

Meets the horizon.

They kiss in balance.

Wanting to be there.

That is the goal.