The Furrow Returns

(Planted in the dark, before the sun was born Furrow opens where the furrow always was, Farmer lifts a form half-frozen by the frost, Warmth returns the sting to what it always could, Kindness never changes what is understood. Around and around, the same furrow, the same ground, not broken, not saved—only found, and found, and found. Season loops in circuits no one can outrun, House remembers what the house begun, Not tragedy, not triumph, only turning ground, Furrow closes where the furrow first was found. Around and around, the same furrow, the same ground, not broken, not saved—only found, and found, and found. Nature keeps the form it always kept, Knowing doesn't cancel what the body's felt, Field receives the sower one more round, Same grip, same seed, same understood ground. Around and around, the same furrow, the same ground, not broken, not saved—only found, and found, and found. Every ending was already a seed.