Lakey the Poet

He moves in circles.

There is color all around
vibrant expositions of the world’s intentions
made like a house of mirrors where all paths are equally masked,

So he moves in circles.

How else would you expect
to find form within function
color within reason
those things don’t move like you or I do
they hide in numbers and abstractions
baked in π to elude the errant eye.

So he moves in circles

And he sees it this way
because this is the way it is
interlocking circles engaged with one another
complimenting each other
as we should be with our friends, sisters, and brothers.

So he moves in circles and the world moves with him,
just as he moves with the world.

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