The lane banks away
From sweat in the eyes.
Smooth wood dreams swoop
The circique motion, like
The hand in the air dotting an i
Can the feet circique in circles
About the single spindle and whirling arms.
The mono tone sine and eclectic eccentric
Pulls and yearns for the circique escape.
Unbound a straight left turn turning
About and broken a way away
My circique road
Before my eyes open.