I have a little squared mind

that bit after bit rounds itself around

from line and trace and myriads of strokes

again

again

turns sound and bound

just whole

you know

 

it was straight before

I was fond of it

now it’s round

again

but I’m fine and gay

aligned

astray

just grounded in yawn

 

a yawn

a yawn

you know

and gay

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