A/N: as a whole, I dislike this piece, but there are some elements to it that I like. It's been stewing in my head, and kinda stinkin' up the joint, so I wanted to just get it out. Or at least START to. It's more an experiment with this weird writing style that's been worming its way into my work, and had me concerned because I don't know how to use it just yet.
Whatever. Leave a review if you like. Please, PLEASE tell me if it really is crap, so I can get it off the net, kay?
Disclaimer: Knights o/t Round info courtesy encyclopedia Britannia
Circles
by hoheehum
Round and round and round.
And getting dizzy. Funny, how that happens.
A perfect harmony, I prefer Pi, 3.14159265 etcetera etcetera etcetera, on and on and on, around and around.
So fast, sometimes. Sometimes I feel I'm flying.
Silky, shiny bubbles, perfect spheres- the easiest shape for matter to take on: no single point more stressed than any other. Except that a strong gust of wind might make its luminescent, glassy hide an egg-shaped wreck.
The planet, its rotation, its spinning spinning spinning spider, spin your web of silver, take your meal and wrap it tight for later at the feast. And when you die, the ground will eat you when you fall fall fall dear leaf of autumn, take your leaves of amber, scarlet, rust, and return them back to ashes, back to dust.
King and sirs, rest your blades, and have no main attraction- the hardest shape for man to form: no single point more stressed than any other.
And me.
I built a golden castle in the sand, a shining stroke of brilliance, a tree with mighty reaching limbs and leaves forever blossomed in the ever shining sun- and circles, circles everywhere.
The man who claimed it as his land, the type with resonance, he bent it to his fancy whims and caught with it my never-dying sense of good and fun- but calls my circling circles square.
And then the circus came to me, with rings, and rings galore, and said that I could build another castle, not with gold, but silver.
But silver tarnishes, and iron rusts, and soon I'm in the lion pit, with elephants and snakes as well. And beneath those three rings is a graveyard, with bodies all around-around-around me.
And gods.
I'm running in circles.