Im trying to think of a life so grand
That it has a wife, house, dogs, animals
I saw this one thousand times today already
Mute answers still conveyed
Are all women frail?
Can a phallus make a man?
Forgive me my dear
you remind me of a prostitute
sans disgusting connotations
that make us learn
This circle that surrounds me
grew into a sphere
I bounced from walls and ceilings
gravity kept me grounded
While the earth orbited the sun
and floated in comparison
with whatever bubbles of gas
Trapped inside the sphere
left to watch all that possess
other cages of spheres
multiplying my fears
I waited for the change
that never happened
then it came
my circle was the same
Never achieving fame
God must be to blame
Then the shiny mirror showed me -
my face was older
You disappeared
Youth disappeared
but the start remains
the start of the circle
the many revolutions
in your sphere
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