Circle

As to have redoubled on you,

come of coil and

burnt an imprint.
 

Endless,
narrow, this equator,
once the perfect “O”
 
 

girdling the mouth

as you once had a face

pouring through the perfect sphere
 
 

as you

have known
 
 

to look upon oneself,
this,

whose virtues are so well known
 
 
 

Elizabeth Robinson

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