Of Passing from Restoration by Denominate

At what point can it be said,
that one has seen enough?
Has there not been ample opportunity
To witness all that could be observed
In a blink of an eye

Thus this rumination,
It naught but another
Vain memento of a memory
A focal point for finite focus...

It keeps on ticking closer, inching its way unto me
This unknown point where an observer, becomes the observed
Not much to be inherited, just a torch passed on indefinitely
Come winter, come spring or cataclysmic ending
Us observant subjects, just echoes dispersing
That scatter into ash individually

Look far in to the distant skies, clouds flow down in molten fire
Before hues of deep magenta, embrace me in the stillness of the night
Thus spins the cycle of withering and of invigoration
And thus spins the cycle of the passing and of creation
For evermore

At any point in this never-ending journey
Endings appear coincidentally

All these but minute moments,
Details, in an entire eternity

At any point in this never-ending journey
endings appear coincidentally

Look far in to the distant skies, clouds flow down in molten fire
Before hues of deep magenta, embrace me in the stillness of the night
Thus spins the cycle of withering and of invigoration
And thus spins the cycle of the passing and of creation
For evermore

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