Circles

Poems: Life 1 Minute

Circles everywhere I look
Look at the repetition of days
Days are but numbers on a calendar
Calendar art is popular in India
India is stuck in the past
Past glory is but a memory
Memory that is often distorted
Distorted values set by temporality
Temporality is an illusion
Illusion doesn’t let us spiral
Spiral outside the circle

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Published by whenmarsmetsaturn

I was born during the Great War between Mars and Saturn. When I was a wee laddie, I had to go wee-wee and landed on the planet Earth. I ate some ice cream that the muses had recommended. The vanilla affected my sense of direction and I haven't been able to find my way to my spaceship ever since. I was stranded on a planet where I didn't belong. To get revenge, I decided to write travesties of literature in order to annoy the muses.

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