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The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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