the circles I get caught in
are my circles to get
caught in, again.
they pull me
to center
ground.

the circles are smarter than me and
yet I outsmart them, I can
outsmart the smartest of
them, these almost
outsmarting
circles.

I can stand proud and self-aware,
fully outside of an incomplete
curlicue, while I uncurl
on cue, and am complete
with the full advantage
of knowing.

looking out at my eccentric non-concentricities,
fully aware of a decentrification tendency. the
constant chase of critters
and piss, of coverings
and scent. or

how I can eat a Honey poop and then
do the shitting of rivers,
and know this: I will do
it again. I will do it
again. I will
do it.

Again.