Poem about the realization that everything is circles.

To begin with a distant past…

Another few pieces of the poem that will never end.

Begin to harvest wood of the forests foreseen…

About freedom, of utmost importance.

Of course he taught his own ways…

A little experiment with the Spenserian sonnet using only two syllables a line, save for number 11.

The 43rd poem in my series, PHEW!

Can there be a force so strong…

This will ideally take even more than my whole life to write.