Cyclical feelings Spinning around. An uprising of the unsettling kind. Feelings spread thin From the twisting and turning inside. Portraits of something new Future memories . . . Waiting patiently . . . To find their story, While the former Hang heavy in resonance. A shifting of sorts, An unveiling begins, Within the gap Hope waits on whispers, Yet patience converges within. Ode to the futility of sparks The fate of this day Waits on tomorrow.