Things exist only because they happen over and over again.
These habits start to imply as infinite that there is never an end.
And sole this measure absconded from what is otherwise unknown.
Shows face simply that it is a part of it.
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That is, was, and you saw it. Great prceptive powers reside in your poem.
You make what might otherwise be considered too complex succinctly clear- thanks!
A well penned Ars Poetica, dear Ma'am Julia....10+++++++++++
'Over and over again'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for reading and responding.