The CircleI - The Group
Every Sunday a circle becomes whole -
A henge of souls, locked in Lotus positions,
Hands in hands, deep in trance, maintaining control
To contact their inner apparitions.
Their spirit animals emerge to guide visions
Of destiny and choice, both equal in standing.
They scry their inner astral premonitions
That may guide selfish understanding
Of recoiling emotive contortions
And devine inevitable portions.