The rings of my life I found rings within rings within rings of my life. One ring my family spiralling into the lives of my parents, another my friends circling the past and through to the future. One was my sex, the tough man, the bloke, the drunk and the joker, its flipside a bracelet seductive and shiny. One ring a crown wrought from words of the poet, another my lovers and happiness past and all missed connections. One ring the priest that I’d stifled inside me along with the gentle, peace-loving brother. Whirring and turning, spinning themselves in rich variations according to the laws of the cosmos these circles formed a gyroscope and this motion was me. |
