In Circles and Circles
I wonder about history
Did they
dream with the same pounding hearts as I
Did they
imagine the world made better, made clean
and bright
and circles and circles
Comes back to the same routine
What are we but
messy collections of water and worry
A cucumber with anxiety
and circles and circles
Mind tracing the same pettersns
the same routines, like
believing in impossible stories of what we could be
and making them true.
Notes: The prompt was to use some sort of repetition. I feel like this needs...more...but I'm not sure what that is yet. I'll come back to it. Perfection is not the point of napowrimo.
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