the edges of myself

words, words, words

this perfectly arcing circle

roots stretching down infinitely long

through layers inpenatrable

by all but our love


its perfectly arcing circle

carving through time and space

existing within and without

beyond any parameters previously set


your perfectly arcing circle

exponentially expanding

encapsulating continents– entire planets

engulfed in a love unencumbered


my perfectly arcing circle

constant and true– timeless

without borders, each cell rhythmically

expanding and releasing– an easy breath


our perfectly arcing circle

a continuous dance, lasting lifetimes

solid steps and rooted turns

falling endlessly– into outstretched arms

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