Circle
Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect. The same from every
angle, yet you can be many things,
the giver of life, the supplier of all energy.
Life itself follows your pattern, over and
over, round and round. You are in the
colorful, fragrant offerings of lovers. I look
into your shimmering blue and fall in love,
falling inside and down, down, down,
disappearing. I see you in the sky at night,
and grow wild, and howl, terrorizing a
city. I take you for a ride and end up
where I started. Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect.
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