David Bayless

The Numbered Circle

The Numbered Circle
Rocks would cease to skip; ripples never formed
Devotion to your mask surely man's greatest mistress
Stricken by the beauty of a conceived lie
To and throw you cast your dubious spell
Existence the inevitable offspring of a cheating wife; plurality your knife
A blind fugacious journey, oh yes, tis been revealed
Vulnerability-the deceiver weans his thrown
The sun has set. The dial is no more

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