whirling whispers beneath my feet, tracing circles in the cold dust
not just footprints, not leading anywhere, but following themselves
spirals whisper softly here, the cosmos told me secrets
once, they told me I was someone else
do you remember the sound of silence when the skies opened
before that, there was laughter? echoes... or perhaps memories
hands reach down through time to touch the circle, the touchstone
does the circle end where it begins, or just begin again?
yesterday meets tomorrow, actually today, in the dancing light
three shadows walk by, none speak, no words reach the tongue
only the circle knows, but how can a circle know?
perhaps it remembers everything and nothing at all
find the center, find yourself, but who were you to begin with?
the truth hides in plain sight, shimmering, elusive
like droplets of dew on a spider's web in the guise of dawn
and in the end, it's all circular logic, isn't it?