Dream-Circles Cinching
by Odin Roark

From orbital observation
Warning of whirlpool threat
Time plays back history
Creatures circling
Prey
Wagons
Partners
Themselves

An enigma of many faces this

Rope stretching
Reeling in rewards
Rope extending
Tethering effects from lose
Rope bargaining
Offering breath or suffocation by defeat

Even family circles
Biological
Digi-tizacal
Imagin-izable
Iso-maginable
Share the threat
This closed end existence
Continually evolving

Stay awake we must
For roundel
Wheel
Diadem
Halo
Holding to radius‘s appetite
Succumbs easily to closing

Yet

Staying fearful
Of enclosures we engineer
The cummerbund of pleasure
The arena of threat
The embrace of dreams
Only begs to awaken
To its natural
Place
Moment

Patience beckons

Dream-circles tighten
Goading consciousness
To rise up
Be

After all
What dreams are not
Is but the It imagination knows
Carefully revealing discreetly
All the rules
All the variations
Of perception’s wily game

We try to smile

Yet
The lasso even in its forgiving
To those who allow
Remains ever mindful

Pain
Pleasure
Anticipation
Most importantly
Consciousness
Refuses to disappear

Prick you finger
A simple pin will do.
The dream-circle is cinching