Phenomenon

I am just a phenomenon that began
Where the cowherds begin and live
And die to be recomposed as bodies

And to begin ,live and die and so on
In circularity of oil mill’s blinded ox
As a phenomenon of growing circles

And the circles grow infinitely inside
And disappear in a phenomenal sky
To end as phenomenon for nothing.

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