ourobos

Circles,
You bring me to
Circle myself.

I stalk myself,
Thirsting for blood -
Watching me come nearer.

Circles,
You bring me to
Circle myself,
Choose from your gifts.

I pounce with
A killing stroke -
But I have escaped
Into these new woods.

Circles,
You bring me to
Circle myself,
Stand in the fire
Unconsumed and I -

I stand as I
Escape myself briefly -
Wondering whether to
Follow the prey and
Sate my hunger.

Circles,
You bring me to
Circle myself,
You think perhaps
I have ignored your
Gifts but they are so -

Oh.

They are so.