There are no forces of good or evil in the jungle.
There is only that which blooms and that which decays,
all returning to an earth that experiences the same breath.
Nothing is removed from this great living circle—
even the igneous traces an inception
some circles are much larger than others:
from up close, peering into a decade’s exhale,
the horizon may lose some curvature
a second’s worth flatness
heaved into an entire history
there are no consequences where lines are concerned.
Yet, just as gravity renders all things spherical,
essence renders all life cyclical
the rivers that were will be again
and the fallen tree will rise
there is only a balance between the miraculous and the mundane.
Circles (Jungle’s Law)