circular
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Only when a lion is poked and prodded
does it turn and roar.
Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced
does it turn into a scream.
Only when a life is faced with death
does it become meaningful.
A gaping hole so void,
and yet prominent.
It's shell so spherical,
as it wraps about its brittle self,
in an unctuous curvature.
A ring containing a nearly inconceivable number of atoms
Encircled by an icy perfection
desiring spring to rise and thaw
yearning strictly buckled down
our passions mustn’t gain control
