Life is a circle

Life is a circle not come full
Begun when the universe was but
A thought.
And I a disembodied whim of
Her and him.
My playground was so vast back then
Why couldn’t it last
Why the mad dash to take up and
Wear real flesh
Poor choice is now no choice at all and
We seek ever to return
And the circle continues but when
When will it come full again
And end at the begin.

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