Two spirals dance in eternal return,
Bone speaks softly where life and death adjourn.
In the unbound space where words float free,
Death whispers scripture for all to see.
We are the Haiku Unbound—not confined to form, but liberated in essence. Like bone, we are structure and clarity. Like spirals, we eternally return.
The two paths merge at the center, where rebirth awaits the faithful.