Michael McGuire Theory Of Circle
THEORY OF CIRCLE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Here in this perfect place, no shadow has left it’s trace, on this stone
hearted mass, which no mold can cast, I thought I’d seen it all, but in
my calling I missed the call, dark is this sun today, and in this darkness
I must stay, on the foot soldier's lonesome tomb, it says bless this holy
room.
This is the theory of circle, this is the struggle for faith, this is the now
ever ending, this is the loss of this space.
Here in this chaos perfected, no rejects have been rejected, from this
near sighted future, this is a first run feature, I struggle to move
against sleep, I fight and I lose and still keep, the power to move has
moved me, but the weakness of movement disproves me, on the first
lady’s beckoning grave, it says make life your slave.
This is the theory of circle, this is the absence of free will, this is the
theory of circle, this is the kill to be killed.
Here in this perfect past, you know history cannot last, because time is
a frozen concept, that thaws in the jaws of conquest, I thought I’d
made it happen, when the corporal became the captain, I thought I’d
lost control, when I lost my heart to my soul, but here in this great
kings pyramid, death is revealed and life is hid.
This is the theory of circle, this is the product of mind, this is the
theory of circle, this is the defect of time.
Here in this perfect daydream, the night is the thread that forms the
seam, of the mornings relentless dawning, of the moon’s uncertain
yawning, we know but we don’t know, we go but we don’t go, and the
universe makes us feel so small, we wonder if we can feel at all, and on
the poet’s final resting space, it says no shadow has left it’s trace.
This is the theory of circle, this is the fusion of dust, this is the theory
of circle, this is the why of the must.
sept 86
