After the remaining circles a new birth,
It grew within and without, forming circles.
Under the seas of tranquility it gave a speech,
Forming roses and sweet wine, forgiving all.
We gathered to achieve with prospering looks,
Forsaking the dreams, foregoing extremes,
Like men who are men of reason and compassion.
These philosophers were the born few who
Decided the worst effects, the better aspects.
After the circles of doubt was an abhorrent gulf,
An abyss of frightening strength, slow essence.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birth