A circle can be the boundary of what it contains.
Or it can be the barrier to what remains outside.
Or it can be the open space where edges meet.
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A/Round
The circle forms the bottom half
Of a globe, the belt
Around the waist, and the waste
Of time artificially clocked
Inside the eyeball,
Where veins branch out
Groping for a synapse to spark.
Created by man, nowhere
Does the circle exist in nature:
Earth’s an oblong wobble
Taking an elliptical streak
Across the dying light.
Tilted on its axis.
A droplet of glass
Magnifies whatever it centers
On, and flame leaps out
To illuminate a niche,
A hole in the wall.
[Disposable {Poem December 14, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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