Polypro Dreams

All my life is a circle.

Sunrise and Sundown the moon rose through the nightime.

Antil the daybreak came around.

All my life I have waited for this circle to mean something to me.

And alas it does.

For I found my circle.

Not figuritive.

No not at all.

Literal.

Plastic infact.

In the circumfrance of an HDPE.

In the middle two doubles I found myself.

For all it took was a hoop.

And in my hoop I can move a mountain.

In my hoop all that haunts me fades away.

All that matters is how deep I am into my flow.

For every wedgie.

For every break.

For every escalator.

For every isolation.

For every weave.

For every chest roll.

I thank that simple ligtwight polypro.

I thank it for helping me discover myself.

I thank four circles for teaching me how to live.

This poem is about: 
Me

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