I seek symbolism

I see signs in everything

I see your face in the moon

and the stars in your smile

maybe I seek that symbolism,

my brain ready to bound into action

at any chance it gets.

the path is well-trodden, known.

Nothing is new.

Nothing is ever new and even that 

I give meaning to.

for surely patterns mean

repetition, reoccurrence,

loyalty.

surely falling into the same hole

again and again

means that the hole is perfect?

Surely it is all perfect?

Just as everything always is

- and has to be.