Circular Thinking
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A shaman or a sage walks round and round
One circle. Objects in it are the past.
These items may not want to be re-found.
The problem is our greed. We hold a vast
Desire, not very much for endless stores
Of memory, but more for all those things
Beyond salvation, details held in drawers
The shaman has refused to open. Rings
And rings he paces round now, or the sage
Reminds us silently we cannot keep
Them even if he conjures them. We rage
Against this truth. The shaman chants to sleep.
..The hint is that we search our dreams at night.
….Lost things are where they swerved their longing flight.
~ Phillip Whidden