One day GURU drew a circle and said -‘Divide the Circle,
Each disciple came up and divided theCIRCLE
Till there was only nothing to divide-
‘You always follow bad advice? ‘ said Guru and drew a CIRCLE...
TO MY SOUL
Inscruffy dreads and turpitudeso hard to fixate oneself on a dream,
To fashion a faceted fireball motive -a breath intake-out fanciful spin-
Top spinning magenta ultramarine;
Away from the muzzle, sight shooter pin pointed scream,
Square deal nuzzle. To Magna Carta, Scripture dream-
Circlekin souls infinity mantraeonian sheen
To enfold, To lean on, holding hard to my soul.
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