Poem
Paul Casey
Paper Stone Circle
Paper Stone Circle
Paper Stone Circle
stone turns to paper in her eyeas she filters cycles of light
into circles of paper stones
her eye is a stone circle
a near-infinity of light
that sees the circle as finite
the near-permanence of stone
the almost endless circle
is light, impermanent as paper
stone and white butterflies
circle and circle her
she questions their sentience
stone ancestors
paper-light circles
she sees them say
she hears their paper voices
say, know your own time
be light, circle, stone
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Paper Stone Circle
stone turns to paper in her eyeas she filters cycles of light
into circles of paper stones
her eye is a stone circle
a near-infinity of light
that sees the circle as finite
the near-permanence of stone
the almost endless circle
is light, impermanent as paper
stone and white butterflies
circle and circle her
she questions their sentience
stone ancestors
paper-light circles
she sees them say
she hears their paper voices
say, know your own time
be light, circle, stone
Paper Stone Circle
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