This Is Circle Poem by Damien Poirier

Everysuch
Even those and may-have-mights
Tears that fall
On lonely nights
The ones that touch us still
The ones we just can't fight
Who knew it'd be this way
Who knew it's always been
The cosmos wrote it so
The ouroboros bent
But shoes we've worn
And the laces spent
Should call us back
From where we went
We swim in time
And tread that water
Soon our lungs
Will breathe it in
And down we'll sink
Down to the bottom
Heaven knows
And heaven's spent
The start reminds us of the end
And round
And round
Our ticket purchased
And round
And round
Our ticket punched
The greatest carnival
This husk we're sent
But mind you this
Or forget it so
We only reap
That which we've sown
And in so doing
Our toil
Diversion
And in so doing
Our storied
Versions
Will one day ride
On whispers
Hollowed by the tongues we've kissed
And beat in breasts
Of long loved chests
This is Circle
And thus we ken
This is Circle
And thus we can