Only to find myself back again

Pumping out the shine
how many times have i crossed past the line of knowing and defining time?
Feeling the feels,
all around me wind out the reel of certainty.
Contained in circumference, tear apart the curves.
break out only to find ive been contained again,
in a cyclic culmination,
of nothing.

And A rise pops out from behind my deepest depth,
far out, I stand long mouthed, swept, away.
Away with it all!
I command your retreat only to find myself back again.
in the middle,
which has been spoken as clear...
But I pen and define as an observation,
from a mountain,
at the culmination,
of a larger,
nothing.