I walk in these circles
These circles that I walk in
Made of wool and made of strings
Laid out on the ground at my feet.
These circles that I walk in
These circles that I tread
They have a funny shape, I realize
Not much like a circle,
Though they start where they end.
They lack a lack of corners
These corners that I lack in
But everyone around me, they’re walking
In circles, just like me.
© Michal Rotko
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Michal Rotko 