#1043 - everything sung is a circle

 

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everything sung is a circle

panpsychist anthem

 

take tree

likewise the dripping consists

the tin ear lent

 

one lifts a voice

high crimes, misdemeanours

 

sleep and day

leaftops attained

 

everything round is singing

 

ball in the air

wicket down cheers

 

heart’s pump for a rumour

 

a ceiling fan says

‘everything round is so spun

forget me, you just have to feel’

 

the squeaky wheel and the wagon rolls on

 

roll out the rails and the wire

but one doesn’t see where

 

dip, curling in the queue

on wings

 

bright lights around a sun

we’re one!

 

hours for an eternal struggle

 

everyone tucked back in

clouds loose to thread

go round and gone

 

look into the sky

and you won’t see it all

 

but listen

in out of the rain

 

out of egg

best beak towards

bird sits knowing though

 

just the routine horrors

billiards, roulette

 

lift voice to cheer

songs of scaffold, revolution

 

even a clockdirge

(rounding on prey)

the healing over

the closing up

 

breath entails a world

 

that circle is singing too

every circle is sung