in an instant a circle bursts and stars, pour out telling me a story of something that was, remembered, lost then loneliness, a hawk creates anew, a new circle, a heart this time is glass and shatters again, the boat rocks why? next circle encased and dead, and iron, falling where little comes little moves, being lost fish swim slow tendrils pry open, the circle is perfect circle of ice it...

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