Circle Of Life

Let suitcases stand around you empty? Like a Stonehenge circle let your heartbeat be at the centre of a dark darts centrifugal force let the flower that encloses encase you clothe you, at the dead of night: Just as-I and you have wept before tears have already left for the setting stars. Suns have collapsed into the darkest black holes, none fuller than the emptiest wellbores residing in your eyes, eternal weeping. Oceans apart, we have moved on from breathing the same volcanic primal air till ashen, even the stars we have left, have erupted into the ever vanishing, circle of life.