Coil by Coil

I walk the wide arc of the world,

streets are circling under my feet.

Faces turn like a slow wheel of days,

every step a repeating beat.

I trace the curve of years,

closer, closer still—

all the lines are bending in,

to the centre of my will.

The path bends tight, coil by coil,

pulling me straight to the core.

Every circle falls into silence,

and I don’t wander anymore.

Narrow, still,

it all comes down to you.

Shadows stretch, then fold away,

time unwinds but I stay drawn.

Every road I tried to follow

was a thread that led me on.

I trace the curve of years,

closer, closer still—

all the echoes call me back,

to the one place I can fill.

The path bends tight, coil by coil,

pulling me straight to the core.

Every circle falls into silence,

and I don’t wander anymore.

Narrow, still,

it all comes down to you.

No distance left, no veil, no sound,

just the gravity of your name.

The wheel is broken, the arc is bound—

I arrive where I began.