Dig a circle
A perfect one
and let me lie down there
in peace.
I hate squares,
rectangles and triangles,
For they all have edges
sharp, piercing.
Circles are neat.
A circle grows
with the same epicenter
expanding, encompassing.
A circle's easy
unlike hexagons and many more.
A circle is always complete.
And I will lie there
contemplating
the fullness and perfection,
I intend my death to be
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