She moved in circles on the outer, tip toeing with desire for the inner
she looked into the pool of life and saw plainness and morbid disenchantment
She circled all with hopes, wondering her place, her time. She saw a likeness lurking in her shadow and they met on a pristine page.
Grazing, they saw each other and in doing so saw themselves
confronted and confused, they spun the magic circle.
The dial moved north and south
do they hop off, or do they risk the ride, east and west?