the thoughts do arise.
The ever dreaded reprise*
spread like scattered grits.
Why this circular thinking
when I thought this battle through?
How can I move, when it is ever new?
And fate guffaws, innocently blinking.
Among the biggest of my problems
with this circle shaped path
is a serious problem of math
it cannot align into columns.
One hundred and two plus one hundred
normally equals two hundred and two.
But not here and now, this do I rue.
Perhaps I’ve merely blundered.
Unfortunately not.
That would be far too easy.And more than a little bit cheesy.
Maybe I’ve been wrongly taught?
Yes, there I go…
just as has been done from the start,
trying to blame another rather than own my part.
Oh, how I wish I could, don’t you know?
And so these thought-corks circle,
tormenting in their own little way.
Sinking now and again only to rise a new day.
Like my brother’s reminders of Jack Merkle.
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