The Circle Game
I was running round in circles,
or that’s how it felt,
from no beginning
to no end
just round and round
in colour splattered circles
a palette I picked up from living
on the edge of this mad, mad world.
And I have to live on the edge.
In the middle there are huge holes
hovering, waiting, ready to suck me in.
I must take care not to deviate,
not to fall through the circle
into the great white hole
where the running will stop
and everything will end in madness.