I saw no way of seeing around corners

The heavens were stitched

Some dot-dash come smile

Lights surrounding hemispheres

And back it slid

And I alone

Sunrise

Pour light on this void

Sunrise

When days become diagrams

Snowfall

Roll it up and sell it on

Collecting on fractions of light

Some circular pattern repeating

In endless consent

Blue aspic set eyes

Sing a chorus of misery

And back it slid

And I alone

Just a speck on a ball

Spinning

In circular motion

Without knowledge or notion