This cage among others
was once empty 
with slightly bent bars,
But now, with the animal still within,
Evidence outside, tells it was there;
At one time free,
But returned to captivity
Is it love?
Or fear?
Or just mystery?

Our desire to return
Or at least see
From whence we came
Was the beginning
Of all things, 
and became echoed in space and time,
This rippling that carries us each 
On our own way.

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