Blind circles.

All sizes of noisy circles,

Childishly coloured,

Crossing uncertain boundaries,

Just one step ahead;

The canvas melting in the wall,

The bubbles are all getting lost,

It is not gay, what should be gay,

But is tired and rugged,

Scratching the eyeballs to cement,

Decorated with slim ornaments,

Going almost blind to itself alone.

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