We talk in circles because we can’t talk in lines.
History: the repetition of circles
We talk in circles for
days at a time (I guess our
expectations aren’t that high),
and guess what! These days have turned
into years; and I’m not made of gears,
I can only speak for me.
What I know about
you though is
you flex your
muscle, your heart shrinks a little bit more.
And so does your sense of self-proportion:
and you look
more and more like a child in revolt,
temper-tantrum’ing towards his mum
(posturing a juvenile semblance of
Let us try not to
Speak in a circle:
an enclosed unit to nowhere.
There is a reason for the
and why it stays closed
to preserve the self.
Yet it all stays inside–the blood
remains hot, contained, and
let’s try something radical
the mother-fucking circle.
Let all the blood out
and flow somewhere else together.
copyright: C. Ward 2017