like a still drop of dew
or each drop of rain falling
the body of life
is round
like a pearl or a planet
like a cell
or a fleeting bubble
and like the ever exploding suns
birthing luminous skies
and like the reflexive moons
dreaming beyond the darkness
all things orbit
a still deeper source
guided by an invisible force
that loves roundness
—Lorena Wolfman
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