New Year: Shiva is an aspect

The plot inverts

like foreground and background

The cycle renews, great prison that it is. My karmic wheel?

I yearn to break its yoke Or the current of others

and yet,

how dizzying it is to be free.

Without foundation or future bound

The world revealed as static.

Ink struck across ac circle and whichever one plays mirror I call foe.

Cold winter rain strikes my face

and the omen days bid farewell

and

Perhaps that is enough