Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Fourteen

I speak in circles, but you hear in triangles (and speak in them too). We need a translator. Most of the world speaks in triangles, and I keep on throwing out these circles only to find that in triangle talk I am swearing. Today I am mute. Why bother trying, when all of my carefully chosen, rounded words, sound sharp-edged to you?

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