Ph: Life: Circles Within Circles Poem by Brian Johnston

(A Geometrical Metaphor)

There are circles that float inside circles it seems
Some have bounds set by breadth of their radial dreams,
Forms concentric though mavericks spin like they're free,
Two-dimensional dreamers, is that liberty?

There are circles that live both in Sets, some apart
That have alternate planes of existence quite skewed!
But can vanity's font be a part of true art?
Or is universe too more a sphere God debuted,

(First a circle He spun from the plane of its birth)
And not flat as humanity once pictured earth?
Does Big Bang have a shape human mind's born to grok,
Though our ground of existence is stardust, now rock.

Can grown men come full circle whose faith's not profound,
Don't reciprocate feelings of humble interns?
What top spins on its axis that won't come unwound,
Do we exercise minds if we never get burns?

Brian Johnston
29th of March 2019