– Hovering Over 76 Years

Again, again, again—
Is it a cycle repeating,
Or a spiral galaxy spinning
Toward the black hole’s pull?

I’ve learned—
how precious it is
to care for teeth—
brushing after every bite,
sensitive to heat,
to cold,
to stress etched deep
by tasks too large
for one soul’s frame.

Circles tighten in motion—
but with Sensodyne,
Enamel Guard,
Waterpik care,
I reclaim a youth
two decades younger.

No makeup needed.
No surgery sought.
No Zumba or spa escape.
Just farming under
fierce sun,
unyielding wind—
armed with cocoa butter
and Vaseline balm
for hands, face,
and silver strands.

A hat to crown it all.
No worry for chest or legs—
Just the rhythm of a day
simple as breath,
clean air unsalted,
listening to life’s
inner whispers,
bowel songs,
as part of the cycle.

And when I cross
into that velvet dark—
the black hole’s hush—
I will shed recycling altogether.
No return needed.

Instead—
under a single drop of dew,
I’ll walk again,
bare and real,
for the sake of others’ healing.

Beyond the loop,
past the turning wheel—
I’ll reach a new world
in a new cosmos.

Freed at last
from orbiting self,
I’ll dance
in the Eternal Now—
the hand of the Creator
guiding my steps
for seventy-six thousand
light years more.

Let the rhythm play.
Let the cosmic dance begin.

By TaeHun Yoon, 2025