Lines are Circles Falling Down

If I put lines in front of you that rhyme,

And blast you off into the bliss outside of time,

And wreck you until all of the fruit is gone and there is only rind,

Then you see it was all a game to open your mind,

You’re mine

Fine, I start again backwards and bring you out into the rain

The pain dissolved upon three shots of finely distilled ecstasy left

Stained upon the carpet of lost years,

When

Without fear

You gave in as the Now seared your being

Freeing

Slavery

Caves, darkness, and chains

You weren’t always maimed

Cracking at the edges of your vision

Division overcame your frail attempts at whole

Soul, breaking through, when there wasn’t anything that could ever be anew

And now you see as I come

To the beginning where we are one

Lines are circles falling down

Rhymes are schemes inside a time

Unspent

Rent

Which I have in your mind

Brooding again until I see this wreckage of mine.

Published by Principium24

I want to write, as millions have before me. And I want to know what it is to be human, as few have before me.

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