circular roads never meet at junctions
the access track
that emerge from one point
ends in echo of successive thoughts
thoughts of intrinsic
self contained parlance
that myopic stance I sent in horizon
boomerangs at my doorstep
in multiple wavering shrieks
if I ever get up from my post
and walk away nursing my sprained ankle
I end up feeling disjointed
at all joints that ache and cry out aloud
for painkillers that put me to sleep
and I deny this shallow oblivion
until it reaches my inner core
to put me to sleep.
