The Orbit

The orbit. You drew a circle, the cute geometry, around you , an orbit permitted /forbidden for a foregone specificity. Made it large enough that you weren’t out of it, pulled or not, by the old gravity that seizes the ever raw soul . You went about fooling with the geodesies of here and its forms of acceptance in another there , encountering nothing that you would ever make a compact with. A random peaceableness perhaps on a loose day just before it breaks into a spell of footloose this and that , heart punching buttons calling moral police to march into a mere mail box and you in the witness box inside the circle you drew a square peg in a round orbit. By S.Jagathsimhan Nair For SKAT A's contest.