Concentric
"Concentric"
Perfection
is a never ending story
with alternative endings,
that never end
"You're an oxymoron", she said
You stand on your shore
skipping stones and thoughts
you concede,
you’re caught in the pull
between staying
and leaving
circles small birthing larger
circumferences that perpetuate
perfect waves
like sound moving outwards
you could just lie down
and close your eyes forever
but you would find yourself awake
back in the dream
never ending
it’s all an echo in a mirror,
the reflection on the other side
accentuates what’s evading you
behind the closed windows
in the dark folds of your mind,
IT calls
you bloom above the watermark
seeing it all,
for once inside is open
the tide hypnotic pulls you
further and further in
everything is split and spilling forward
outwards and ever outwards
inwards the larger circle pulls you in
you in the middle of it all, and leaving
which way to go
as above
so below
you are Golden
the brilliant answer to it all,
you are the key
that turns in
a lock that opens
the equation
unanswered
the greatest mystery
of IT all
Perhaps you are the Love
worth waiting for ...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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