Circadian Migration.....
Well versed are traversed
.....the fully immersed,
versatile thru the turnstiles
left behind are footprints
that go on for miles....
Magnetic is the wheel
that you constantly feel
circadian is the rhythm
....souls migratory zeal,
compasses direction
.......in chaotic spin,
intoxication is the motion
unknowing whereupon to begin....
The flow of the energy,
eventually pulls....
unified synergy,
lifting heads above in lull......
Copyright © Jay Del Fierro | Year Posted 2008
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