Circles
The World
Is not round
It has sharp corners
Hard walls
And
Stop signs.
But among
These straight lines
You curve,
Show me what circles
Look like -
Mirror the moon
At night time
And what Nature
Tried to be
Ever -
The soft side.
C. LJ 2020
About songs acknowledging the feeling
A song is a skipping stone on a bone-still lake, roads deep dropping into the stomach of the found. One hundred times a water kiss — the head tilt familiar naming something for the city sunset hungry. Then the submerge — playing fish-scales down as lonely bubbles and calling bells meet in new and old voices. LJ Ireton, March 2026.
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