Attempt at a poem about Eternal Reoccurrence?

Question

Eternal Reoccurrence:

Someday to, I shall return,

A path I've traced yet do not know.

I shall speak this verse again once more,

With searing vigor and ar-dor-,

Upon the seas of sand, an endless plateau,

As reason melts assuasive snow;

Where freedom combusts and beeswax burns.

Like a circle I consume myself,

With ravenous taste for the unknown,

Yet, what I've found is nothing new;

Born to flee, and died to pursue,

A future I do not condone,

A past I've reaped, yet haven't sewn,

While the present in shadows, dormant, enstealthed.

Atlas of an infinity,

Crushed under the weight of my being.

This, now, Is but a gate

To a quite familiar interstate...

Yet I shake my head, disagreeing

That time is but an ovular meeting

Nietzsche preaches the non-virginity

Of a life, yet, at least I wish

I wander once, then rest in bliss.

Answer 1

"This life as you now live it and have lived it you will have to live once again and innumerable times again; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unspeakably small or great in your life must return to you, all in the same succession and sequence... The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!" — Friedrich Nietzsche

Even Nietzsche had a difficult time coming up an exact metaphor for the great recurrence he once thought to exist. No  metaphor seems to do the philosophy any justice, rather it is a abstraction, that can take many unclear forms.

However, your poem is amazingily descriptive, and metaphorical. You make the almost unrealistic idea have a burden upon you, causing you eternally to seek a bliss, of which in searching you only doomed to repeat, and because this notion, this burden, your bliss is sub-leveled.. It is hard to understand, but I enjoyed reading it, and know the point of it.

9.7/10