The juggler glided past my sight
I saw the rolling of humanity
The single being bouncing off connecting touch
Even as I sit unsighted
Shadows paint voluminous extensions
Fingering the strings of my inner cord
Oh this dance that grips us
With inner tongues removed of comprehension
And that wash of the absolute
Injections flowing impetus to the tested heart
I stand to follow the blur of this jugglers pose
As my fathers of fathers have tried thus eternal
But as I open my eyes
I see feet unknown to me
And my spinning gaze drops once more
Into the grip of the jugglers throws
mF
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