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My Circle
Give me your hand and I will take you across the land; give me your hand and I will take you where you want to go; give me your hand, so that you can fulfill your long awaited dreams. Give me your hand and the universe will open up to you.
The weeds have grown on the path and some strange objects are position in the dark, you must not go back to that place or you will automatically drop out of the race.
The lines are getting thin and the trees have blocked out the light from the view, forcing the producers to re-arrange the morning news. I can feel the water climbing in my shoes and the pillar around the base shaking; oh how my heart yearns to be in another place to compete the long distance race.
I had no clue that things would have turned out this way, you have made my entire day, you must be an angel from above, your spirit is bursting with love and the stars have choked the devil in the sea. The ground below is saturated and hundreds of houses have sinked in the ground and washed away the entire town, you came just in time to take me out of the sinking ship.
Grip tightly to the bars beside me and hold on to my slender frame lest nature fall apart and leave you wandering in the dark. Come, give me your hands and let me examine the marking in them, and it will show you were the roman soldiers roam when Claudius the emperor sanctions the aristocrat in town.
My heart is melting beneath me and gravity in the sheath is moving apart so listen to the teaching of the lark and the ground below will be steady.
Examine the circles in front of you and it will tell you exactly what to do. You don’t need missiles and guns to have stars wars fun, the circles will show you the way so act on it without delay.
There is a lay line underneath the ground that attache each man’s life to the throne. If you find the knot and loosen it, the water will rush in from the sea and swallow the village and everything in it, and you don’t have to look at the negotiation's plans, the magic lies in the lay line.
I will take away man; missiles and tunnels on time so take word for it, nature is divine so remove those missiles from your side and let nature leads you to the well and in seconds the universe will fall beneath the earth and a new nation will give birth. I occupy a tiny space in it because my whole life depends on it; it is my only shield that can keep me on my feet in my most dire times of need.
The morning has broken loose and the sun peaked out of the sky, and the clouds are fading in the deep and mind is composing a song for the grand occasion, where I am going I don’t know but my circle is so tight it has kept my heart in inline.
I raised my hands above my head and use my hands to squeeze the back of my head, to relieve the built-up tension in my neck; I am sitting on this broken chair for five long years without a cushion or a base to straighten my back and keep it in place.
There is nowhere to move around, my feet are stuck into the ground and the honey bees are buzzing around. Hundreds of circles are buried underneath the ground and that has been my regular home.
You must complete the circle and end the negotiation underneath the earth.
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Christine Phillips
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