A rock out of reason
Was placed in front of me
I then did traverse
Since no end was seen.

And so, keeping this head down.
I heeded all the travelling feet,
Along with a few faces
That compelled me—to feel.

But now, a mistake had been sensed:
This gaze was always fixed,
On a road shaped by mortal hands.
Oblivious to the ubiquitous–hidden forces.

Not soon, did I realize:
The true bearers of this circle
Which can never be spoken to,
But, invariably, be heard.