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Circle

 

Shapeshift

Curve upon curve

The eye loveth smooth curves

      the curl of the wave to the shore

      the circled bliss of the moon

      the bend of her knee

 

      the capitol dome

      the Taj Mahal

      the cute dog’s nose

 

We all bendeth upon ourselves

      that which goeth

                        returneth

      and so our waste returneth

            to our plate

            mother nature

            like a boomerang

                  “here”

            “back to you”

 

      the circle is complete

            her lips encircle

                  her eyes beameth

                  our arms embrace

 

            the face of nature

            is that which we make

 

 

Circle

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