The Circle of light
Drawn with a white pencil
Ringed to a geometric compass
Picks a point to pin and
Swirls a brilliant whirl like a dancing dervish
Lost in his trance
The circle of light progresses in its perimeter
In its quest to meet the end which
It has forgotten was indeed the beginning
The Circle of light
Fluoresces like a dying star,
Surfeited with its Incandescence, it erupts,
Collapses into darkness
Which pulls and takes into its spacy black hole
Things, Thoughts and Time
The Circle of light crawls shading its sectored arc
With history borne weight that
With each millimeter creates the Circle of darkness
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