CIRCLE ROUND THE SUN

Like a circle round the sun,
Like an image of a thought,
Like a dream within a dream;
All your memories add to naught.

Like emotion cancels sense,
Like horizons never caught,
Are involved with consequence
All the battles ever fought.

Insalubriation and a will to live
In a combination designated to deceive...

Patterns of a troubled mind
Swirl in hazy monochrome;
Which is real and which is not? -
Holds the fool to turn to stone.

Realize the one who weeps
Watching over human tears,
As they weave their finite web
Closing fast on future years.

In a sense unfeeling situations rise
Like a view unreeling, opens up before your eyes...

... And the reason comes clear
As the distance draws near
And you know you must go
But the hour is unclear...

Like a spiral starts at nil
Returns, a sphere (as feared) to start again;
All your memories cancel still -
Only your emotions still remain.

Don't reply to all that sings
Out to you in your own voice:
Don't rely on golden rings -
Look for harmony within the noise.

Is it too important, in a twilight zone
Not to be immortal, even when your words are known?

© © Elwood Herring 1977 updated 1993

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