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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