Circles

So you strain at the leash

of your id or your ego or WhateverTF

makes you so self-absorbed

you can’t honour beauty

*

Hurt by love

unmoved by pain

engrossed in the reflection

of your heart’s mirrored locket

*

‘But aren’t I the pivot?’

*

Yes you are

as is he as is she

around each wrapped their sky

their sky wrapped around them

*

Perfectly Separate Circles

*

So you are lonely and unimportant and can’t reach

your oyster flesh

flinched by the zesty fortune

of others

*

Bounced back

from the surface

repelled

by their absence of need

*

Or you train your gaze

passed the locket’s walls

your own lemony soul

freed to inspire

*

Not spinning wildly

clawing at the venns

but shiny in your centre

radiating out

-*-

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