A Poem

World changes, shifts
Ever in motion
Compassing the sun

We circle too,
Willingly or not
Compelled to participate

Broken bodies shuffling
Dancing the dance
Heat searing down

Quit incessant orbiting
Stop to breath
Rest aching bones

World goes black
Punishment for all
Who stopping, failed

Eyes opening, blinking
First time sight
Seeing inner light

There is more
than empty circling
inner worlds unfurling.

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