i observe a turn
turning turning
tourniquet
all but absolution in a turn
an evening of circles
circumventing
circulating
until a kingdom returns
as whole as god's
a true as grace
fully encircled
i hold my head
as the sun revolves
an uneasy revolution
for what is steady remains
conversely what alters
mellifluous remains
a serpent in a silent garden
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