Monday, April 13, 2015

A Hard Truth 9/30


Waking up inside small circles
Still asleep. 
Still wrapping around and around and 
Around.

In truth,
The center is hard to locate.

The center has its own center.

Its own center doesn’t exist.

So what am I
Wrapping around if not 
Nothing at all?

2 comments:

  1. This poem really made me think. I really enjoyed it :)

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  2. I love it when a poem twists the mind up a little extra! I am glad this poem gave you something to ponder. Thanks for your comment!

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