CIRCLE
you play music for
me and dance exquisitely
think I’m in Heaven
but then you tell
me more wil
cost money
but the artist in me
ths penniless one
in thrall of yout beauty
will
let himself
get suckered, of Viking
ancestry I have heard
but here
so defenceless
watching as she departs
to lay preach her salvation
far and wide, to
expand her
circle
leaving me to whisper:
in another life
in another life
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