Rounding the Circle
ROUNDING THE CIRCLE
When this world races full circle, and I’m no longer mentor,
With no more locks to be keyed or flames to damp,
I can at last saunter along the radius to the centre -
And this is the time I extinguish my lamp.
The only time I feel at ease is falling asleep.
The daily burden is something I can’t just ignore,
Can’t just say ok someone else will do that - it’ll keep.
My day’s now circumscribed -- I can’t make it more.
Check everything, for no one else will : my safety net is me.
When Morpheus reaches from the water and the ripple
Of his arms enfolds me and I float in, it’s clear to see,
That we are concentric and can relax with the knowledge triple:
First - I rounded it off to my best - inadequate, poor
Maybe - but to the maximum I tried and did it.
Second - maybe not perfectly two pi r.
Third - but as near as dammit.
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Nette Onclaud’s Contest “IN 24 HOURS”
29 September 2011
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