CENTRIFUGAL

Nothing is lost, it returns.
Reaching forward to need, it is
Grasped by need reaching back.
But when it's retrieved, like dead leaves,
Like seeds, it is stolen
By birds, by roots, seeking it out to go somewhere else.
Selfishness throws off selfishness
Until all is removed
And everything remains
Tainted beyond repair,
Clear, cold, pure,
Perfect.