circle. a poem.

round and round

it goes. where it started

where it will stop.

nobody knows.

Johnny sang about it.

Tolkein wrote about it.

i live it.

will the circle be unbroken?

the old hymn asks. only

when a brave one trembling

steps over the rim

and flies.

tight is the grip of the devil on those

woven within his web. the one

burdened with the pain

is the one who holds the key.

too shamed to stay

too blamed to go

the heat licks at her soul until

she-G.O.A.T., sacrificed,

steps over the rim

and flies.

cirle of time

circle of shame

circle of pain

circle broken

by and by.

she steps out

burning, alive

and flies.

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