Do circles end? or do you start new ones?
Does a circle start? Does it start with a spark?
Brought to be by a undivided salilaque
Love, lust attention, desire
made in dust of another, new ground or foreign
I feel like i see the same old faces again
emotions brought up deep from within
to start a new circle, or pick up from once begain
beautiful, oval, white and sweet
even poision looks good when put in the right light
Will this circle we live in meet or retreat
Mind races at night while the owls prech high
looking down, screaming shouts of unknow consciousness
look for a sign, take it with a grain of salt
we are all just in a circle
where will we end
together or default
to start over, a new circle in a unknown ground
carving my name etching the lines
steady hands but mind still going round
Yet i still see that same old face again
like an owl, always looking down.
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