Perhaps a lovely day, a beautiful day. The star shines the brightest. So it is the same day as yesterday, as so it was thousands of years ago.

Oh sky is clear, oh sky is cloudy, oh sky is stormy. Seasons passing by into what it once was. Night cometh day, a paradox of beauty.

New lives are born into the same life they’ve always been born into. Navigating reality with no memories of past lives, except an instinct to survive. Running in circles, a straight line.

Raise thy head lunar, illuminate the night skies. Unsettle the waters, of a phenomenal world. Older than the stars, water! A paradox of beauty!! Series of phenomenals.

©️ Victor E. Ojei, 2024.