0.1. A binary dedication.

To the square to my spiral,

My life, along with myself,

Will always, always,

Come circling back to you.



Wait, no, I’m getting it wrong.

My life is a circle that spirals back to you.



1. The words.

Must I always get so lost

When trying to translate my thoughts?

Thesis. Antithesis. Then thesis again.

Arguments upon arguments

Circling back into each other.

It’s hard to make sense of it, really.



I’m tongue-tied when I’m with you.

My mind spirals but my thoughts circle back;

It’s still you.

But there’s more to life than words,

And in any case,

My life is a circle that spirals back to you.



2. The sound and quiet.

I try to keep my head above water

So that I can reach you,

But my words are drowned

Just as I am.



Did you know that when sound,

With its horrible waves

That sweep me away,

Goes up and down and up

Fast enough, it just becomes noise?



You need quiet to make music.

When I’m with you, my mind quiets down

Enough to hear that one song. Our song.

It’s still you.



My life is a circle that spirals back to you.



3. The heat and cold.

The ancients thought the universe simple enough

To categorize everything into four elements.

Among them, fire and water:

One was the basin that carried the world,

The other, the warmth that brought it to life.



If water is the antithesis of fire,

What is their dialectic?

Must be something like oil or alcohol.

I’ll ponder this while setting

My memories of you alight.



I can’t help my thoughts.

I could drown them or burn them,

But it’s still you.

My life is a circle that spirals back to you.



4. The space and time.

To map out our relationship is an arduous task.

I’ve studied it again and again.



Your head’s in the clouds;

We’re flying by the seat of our pants.

You’re going to crash into the desert soon,

And I won’t be there to draw you a sheep.



Alright then, go ahead and fly.

I’ll be waiting here on the ground

Where you took off.

I hope you’re not spiraling down into a nosedive.



When things come full circle,

I’ll still be here.

After all, it’s still you.

My life is a circle that spirals back to you.



5.1.0. The shapes.

The circle appears in nature.

Rolling with the punches, never disturbed.



I skip a stone on the water.

See how it creates ripples?

The ripples are circles within the circles

That spiral outward.

If you look at it another way, the ripples are waves.

Up and down and up.



Oh, I think I’m getting swept away again.



Anyway, the square is rigid.

Supposedly stable, at least for the people who designed it.

Is it perfect? I doubt it. Squares are human and artificial,

And thus flawed by design. They spiral and spiral endlessly

Until they collapse, just as I do.

And since when have you seen a square in nature?



My life was dark. It would always spiral.

Then I built a square around it. Things settled down.

Now, my life is a circle. Calm, orderly, balanced.

Why, then, must I continue to spiral?

Ah, I see. It’s still you.

It’s always been you.

My life is a circle that spirals back to you.