Along the red of rose,
And white of lilies…
Circled in wide blue,
Lies a radius.
A ‘Supreme’.
An incubator of existence,
Or a haven of spells…
Rings showers of cheer,
Or shrills of fear.
Intangible in its layer,
A placebo it may be…
Suspended it swings,
On the edge as its gear.
Stripped from the rear,
Still whole as a center…
Some say its spice,
I call it ‘Life!’