Stagnant time

Everything is dizzy, unclear
Nothing seems dear,
As if time paused Helios
In the cyclicity of cosmos.

The loop is eternally persistent
Yet the cycle is stagnant
On the move yet ceased,
All at once greased

Perennial in spiral,
Proffer deference in null.
Nothing particular or peculiar
Yet everything anew and unfamiliar.

As time paradoxes itself
Continual loops propel
But new stories rustle up,
Still, end in the same coup.

The hope of end
Of stagnant time.
The hope of a new bend
In cyclic dimension of time.