The broken circle

Half a circle of heads



at two narrators

reciting poetry

They’re against the wall

but aren’t afraid.

Our companion was lost

I don’t understand the poetry

Space Gulliver they said

A senior looked around

At me? At walls? At doors?

There is wisdom to be heard

If I listened

But I wish I spun like a circle

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