Outside
there is a circle,
turning round and round
which has no corners,
turned upside down,
inside out
there are are still
no corners
to go out
Unselected
a realm of grasp
bitten by chance,
turned coat,
eyes are dimmed
tears at the heart
swim to the brim
utopia
another myopia
of the mind
hopeful and blind
your instincts are as strong
as your nose will lead you,
into curiosity
kill both you and the cat
possesses, possessing
possessed with possessions
clutter up the scene
with memorabilia obscene
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