Wonders At Night - Poem by dymon sidebottom
The big circle.
What is it?
Why is it here?
Why does it follow me with diffrent phases of the year?
Sometimes its full.
Sometimes its not.
Sometimes its just not there.
Then I see a void where it usually sits.
Watching in wonder at it's sight.
I dont know why it comes to view, but every moment makes me think of how this sight makes everything right, and yet it comes back every night.
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