CIRCLE OF DAY AND NIGHT
Full Circle But alas it is done
Garland of word-strands and hidden joy
But alas it is without end and so
without beginning
Meaningless to some but perhaps
useful to flex the mind Infinity
A clear night the sun ignites the moon
as agenda and spontaneity dance
Pain, anger, and greed curse the frozen
Fate of those without habit-energy-luck-money
As long as we dream imperfection we will
pray to perfection. Whatever body we
inhabit is a cloak bound for tatters.
Leaves fall like gentle rain as the sun heats
the binding freeze
Watch. Look. Stretch. Recognize. Relax.
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