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Morgan Alexander Sep 2019
One contested definition of a circle is:
A polygon with an infinite number of sides...

- A woman in a pretty skirt walks to work at night aware of the stares she receives, ashamed to quietly be thankful for the attention.
- An old man looks at the crystal ball in his hand, glimmering and shiny, and suddenly understands mortality
- A young boy examines the body of his best friend, cries for hours, then places the dog’s collar around his wrist.
- An old lady suffers, unable to meet her own needs, and wonders where the children she ignored have gone.

- A young man finds his soul mate but loses himself in her.
- Forty-five teenagers wage war on Friday night, their screams of triumph pierce the night air, yet Saturday feels empty and tastes of despair.
- A middle-aged father of three hunts a fresh rose in the moonlight, unaware his wilted rose no longer has thorns.
- A woman in a business suit bangs against the glass, thick and heavy, and shudders when it fails to crack.

- A squinty-eyed man makes good on his debt after years of being gone, then walks off the roof of a forty-story building.
- A child of twelve is ignored by haggard-looking parents, yet cries go out when he, in turn, ignores a drowning victim.
- A wealthy entrepreneur, of sour looks, enjoys a fine meal by the shore, yet wonders why as the tide rolls in he still feels insatiably hungry.
- The drummer in a metal band sees his father’s face in the cowhide, yet each night after the show he still needs ****** to numb the pain.

Pythagoreans thought the universe Eternally Recurs, and we know human life has infinite potential.

If it's true that human lives eternally recur and are filled with infinite potential

Why are we all still in pain?
High Concept Sh*t
Jake Jones  Jan 2014
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Jake Jones Jan 2014
slide
slide down the velvet pipes
of every inner wish and dream
your mind has created for you

wash
wash yourself off on mossy banks
gone are the ghosts of yesterday
your skin is free from the memories that have found a home
underneath your fingernails

sing
sing for beauty
sing for peace
sing for love
sing for light
sing for your brothers
sing for your sisters

and dance
without care
without cause
dance
simply
because
you
still
can
dance

and if you want to laugh
go ahead and laugh
fill your lungs with the stories of the trees
the whispers of the wind
the sounds of the sky
lose yourself in a moment of infinince

wake up
take a step
look around you
find your way down a long hall
fill your cup with coffee
take a seat at a vacant table
pick up the morning paper
find your car keys
drive to work
STOP
look to your left
look to your right
step out of your vehicle
take your hands off of the wheel
detour
take the first path you set your eye on
follow that path until you come to a cliff
look up
look down
do you jump
or turn around
close your eyes
breath in
breath out
sing
dance
laugh
and realize
you are home

— The End —