Savage Circle Poem by Je'free Y .

As I tread on a road of brown, crispy leaves,
The evening sun shifts poles with the moon,
Through the unstable hierarchy of the heavens.

I become a witness to how the past links to the present
That connects to the unknown future,
Evoking me to mention in my soliloquy
How everything, how everyone
Connects into one entity.

With interweaving shadows of trees against my face,
I walk toward the depth of the forest;
Like how an infant is pushed by life
Into its ferocious taunt
The moment he breathes & steps into this world.

I then hear the wind reverberating,
Like father's violins in my heart,
Carrying a scent of a nature wild & free.
The wind becomes me, and I become the wind;
Like a spectator who becomes a part of a cycle,
A destiny etched with baptisms & eulogies.

In the dead of a star spangled night,
All I hear is the rolling river,
With nothing, but a recollection
Of how the cocoon turned into a moth-
Devoured by a frog that was swallowed by a vulture
Whose decay was eaten by the lion
Whose remains were feasted on
By starving worms.