THE PERFECT WHOLE
The many sub - entities within this whole,
Balance each other as we all know.
But at the top there is just one single,
All through the others it does mingle.
The brain; so to say; it passes through,
To educate those balancing few.
The hidden mate on which it connects,
Is something not written in any texts.
It's invisible and a perfect sphere,
That encloses sub-like reflective mirrors.
And the brain passing through has a mate,
Complementing the circle debate.
So if I am the Universal Queen,
Surrounding everything in between;
Then which of them is the one I choose?
Since the Scholar is all; don't get confused.
It seems I cannot pick but one,
For that does not complete the sum.
If we are to be the perfect whole,
And I am the Queen as you now know.
Then with the Scholar I shall sing,
My other choice will be the King.
~Yvonne Renee Moore
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