Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Time Is A Circle... - Poem by GRANT FRASER

You'd think that after
shuffling down ten hundred
thousand streets or more,
you'd know where your feet

it's not quite like
the circle that follows
you round...

unless you realise
or jam your finger,
damn it! , then back to start -
all over...

or without particulars,
would you come back to life...
in that millisecond
that splits immeasurably,

I mean at what point does
the mind break down,
after your whole belief
system has gone...?

the streets full of people,
always so strong in their bearing...

A statue does rise,
emptying itself of all
time and pain, and things
that should have meant less,
even nothing...

this is the 'one off',
the you, left among so many others,
but somehow unallowed to resist...

'we're always watching...
the world can see you
everywhere you go...',

you are not alone,
even when you think you are...

don't you like that sense
of your head,
where nothing and nobody
can touch you,
safest place to go...

ah! but all the heavy
mechanisms will reappear,
and it won't be long
before your back -
wondering what to think
next or do...

confused, one should seek
something new or at least
feel placated before surrendering
to eternity...

the knots in the circle,
are so tough and menacing,
especially the noughts at the end
of everything we slave for...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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