Circles We have come down to the earth, concentrically In our circles, ever decreasing, blazing in space.

The circumference is always in view from center But the promontory remained outside our grasp With little dots that flickered unmindful of us. When we made circles we would run in them In ontology, our circles shrinking progressively In spherical perfection, their penciled geometry Implemented on our puzzled feet, never too far From the centre like the cow grazing in its tether.