Circle, circle, round and round
what is the pivot
how far the radii
that mark the boundaries of the silent core
closed and enclosed against you.
Set with the sun
to bunk in silence
those who go before
those who gather after
all that is scattered within the storm.
Hear your breath rise within a horn
tremble on the circle of bone
to break out
a piercing cry
Watch the walls crumble.
Rush in like a river
lapping the stones
like the tongue of all-devouring God
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