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The Circle is an endless race,
who can tell, where to begin or end?
words and Opposites run into each other in endless circles.

O light where would you be, If we hadn't the dark?,
loves warmth, most felt, in the midst of hate,
will there be a recovery, in the absence of a loss?

We toss a coin, knowing fate alone holds the odds,
I am a soldier, in a war stumbled upon
I fear neither Life nor death, for both are one,
living and dying happen under the sun.

As night runs into day and day into night,
seek the things seeming out of sight,
for the mystery of the circle lies at a point,
stop moving, stand at a point.

A broken clock proves wisest of all,
constantly its hands waiting at a point,
knowing time and chance happens for all,
its wish of being right on time, comes true every once in a day.

Life happens in circles, O one,
and the mystery of the circle lies at a point.