Enter The Circle Poem by Naveed Akram

Enter sacred circles to ignite the months,
Months have travelled further than me,
Let the thoughts of some incidents be at rest.
My thinker is an outsider so leave him,
For the dreams of a cutter are of cutting,
But the oak tree swings from the wind
Cutting others with its stare and branches,
Freeing the thinkers of dreaming and swinging.
The health of a swimmer is like a fish,
The wheels worn by schools of elevation
Are spinning with deadly spokes,
This wielding of the weapon is again the rest.
Enter then this sacred circle to wind down
Fires in the full poignant breeze,
Elevate the position of your followers,
Entrances to the world of death are afoot.