The Circling Mystery

know this 

  place,

 

forced to

see  it

 

and with

eyes- wide

 

we  take

every inch

 

inward...

 

sometimes 

             these

                   be

                     

somewhat

pleasant

 

and  free

 hearted,

 

but  other

 times

 

we agree

 that

 

wither

       is

       most

            truly

 

the  circling

 mystery

 

of this

here

 

gathering-

     up

    race

 

james kenneth blaylock

    5/18/07
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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