Squares and rounds.

One of those days
When you look for support.
One of those days
When words fall short of description.

One of those passions
That are short of desire.
One of those patterns
That have no design.

One of those squares
In which a circle won’t fit.
One of those circles
In which a square is made to fit.

Such and such is life,
A mess of squares, circles, rounds and boundaries.
She’ll break them all
One day, SOME DAY.