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A Puzzled Circle
Before it was created, it was only an illusion.
There was no definite end;
for the ligatures of time were non existent.
Life was lived without limits or bounds.
An ease filled actuality.
That,
was before man’s creation of constraint;
if there ever was a before.
An illusion was established as real,
that bounds us to intangibility.
An end exists.
A decided inception.
We live by the creation of limits—the limits of creation.
What once
was an ease filled reality,
harboring no horizons for life,
a place of inevitable prosperity,
a place of illusion,
is now
a place of qualitative time.
