Circles

Circles

Cut out of the loops and snares
From the maddening circles;
Strangling the brave

I fell into the rapids
Drifting in the swell for a season
Toward a glade
Toward a deep well of silence

Friends screamed from the trees
Entangled in their rage
To my tumbling free form
Fading in the white mist

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