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.