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A Futile Hope Still

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.

-Emerson, Circles

I cannot focus

enough to see

the edges; nor trace

the slow bend in

the periphery,

horizon’s 

vanishing point.

I step forward,

then back ; turn circles,

almost a dance;

it comes no nearer

still.