Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.'
-John Donne. ' A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning.'
Funny how-
I am the one you fall back on when your world goes awry,
and you rely on me, and my devices,
to regain Perfection,
the wonderment of an existence without rough edges,
Shaven clean of all nicks and notches,
that mar your countenance-
You orbit around me,
As I dole you
The confidence to set foot again,
from beginning to end,
filling out and blossoming
until your life is complete.
and how, despite all that
I was never really a part of you
only there in crisis- and
hastily erased,
when you find your circumference.
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