Domes, unicycles, key rings, arenas,

only infinite perfection in this circular space,

no hard angles, sharp edges, jagged saws,

in the protected lands.

 

Soft voices and hands,

plump hens and heiresses,

rounding the hill tops to home,

a mounded cupola, an igloo, a yurt,

no plaits but curls.

waves, arches, crowns,

all year round,

roundabouts full of beetles,

scarab rings and necklaces

they wear with semi circle smiles.

 

Flight patterns and arguments,

discoid, rings and hoops,

u-turns atop u-turns,

the land of no return orbits

planets, looping stars and suns,

gas balls infernal, eternal, annular

and endlessly unfree.