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(she was a lonely girl)
picking up a stone and casting it out over the ocean.
walking in the sinking sand, never noticed by the eye
until
the lump jutted out and up tripped maiden fair
on that coldening post-noon of yesterday.
she lets the fires warm her eyes
and lets her hands keep the chill in her heart.
through her veins the science runs
the logic of illusion
and multi-funtionality.

dancing on the inside and ever smiling at the crow
she fades and brightens
like a psiren of a generation passing on to the next.

out and backward like the slosh of a tanker
pushing and lolling in the motion
caught in the backlash of the turmoil of tomorrows years
she sighs the leadlined sigh of humanity
in its decreasing circles, spinning
flailing.

a moulding obsolete it passes round the join
that covers the seams and painted cracks
appearing in the narcissistic pool of blood.
strong in one
at rest in two.

in loving with the daughters of skies
droplets of nirvana touch her face
for the first time since before
and she knows.

now is the time to give
and the giving is the easiest hurdle to conquer
but only when rings turn square and harmonic
for there is nothing regular about circles
let alone running inside.