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The Perfect Circle
Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect! This dark became chameleon All voices hushed, as marriage vows were spoken Never mind the veil, the mask, the caste We were of sun, moon, and stardust, until Blinding lights stalked night for more of day Animals, too, fell prey; the God of clay blasphemed But each morn, bold shades on earth were birth and blessed The third child; I heard tooting of horns from two plus two Nothing was flawed, except circle of light in mines so bright It dared to vie, yet trembled right before the Source, electrifying it Few forms played the Source; some stood in awe, as gentle spec Do I care some lights reveal too much themselves? Some will spy and vie; and deny fading to black, from whence they came I am hidden in the dark, never knowing everything but layers we wear, like dermis shield... Our fragile lives return to ash Limbs, dreams, roots; all gets trashed But the perfect circle holds eternal fuel, for boundless spirits. *
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