Eye of the storm, an ironic space
Winds swirl around your quiet place
There you can watch and remain relaxed
Center of chaos and yet somehow detached
Round and round it does go
Back again soon you know
You see the wall of the storm
Streaming ruin is the norm
Passing debris once again frequents
All the world also rolls in sequence
Carnage casts seeds of rebirth
Hard truth of life on Earth
Each with a cycle all of its own
Things you observe within this cone
Unique patterns each they follow
Viewing in safety not hard to swallow
All else near to the galaxy’s border
Follows its own similar order
Markets crash to mayflies’ emergence
Coming and going, dropping and surges
Find the pattern is but a game
What once was, will be back again
Learning when to act and when to be patient
Harnessing wisdom from times of ancient
Spotting the rhythm brings such elation
Discovering secrets of all creation
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