Dirty circle.
Been here before.
Trekked back to where I began
again, damn.
Things familiar
like landmarks of paper
remind as I wind
from points taken.
A sigh of redundancy
replays yesterday’s expletive
as foes whistle past
with sweet direction.
I flash pessimistic eyes
quick behind
for uncommon progress reports…
and so faintly notice
a bit of progressing spiral
trailing my shoes,
What once was plain circle
eroding deep with tread
has edged slightly forward,
and I laugh
for the irony
of slow accomplishment.
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