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Well Rounded

I found this thing
on the ground the other day.
So I picked it up - it was round;
it was a circle.

So I'm standing there.
And I'm holding this circle.
That's all it was - it was round
it was circular, it was a circle.

And I was thinking "look at it,
look at this circle, it's round -
I'll turn it over and over in my hands
but I can't see it any other way.

I mean you know the world. I can
turn the world upside-down,
turn it over and over in my hands
but it's still round."

And then this kid
comes up to me and says
"Excuse me Mr,
may I have my trapezium back?"


First published in Breathe issue 4
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