I Am A Donkey
I go round and
Round
And
Round
Always
Returning to the same
Spot, point of departure
The dry sun beats more than the dawn.
The soil acrid feels.
But then
Have I not written thus and thus
About a certain String Theory
Here
Here I depart, I voyage too,
Swing, vary,
Yet
Ever to the same place, return.
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