Walking

The needle became a pillar the compass turned and on the body of the paper appeared a closed orbit slowly slowly. The beginning unseen. The end lost, lost. - The beginning is the end, the end the same beginning alas for that same endless ball in the closed circle, the vicious circle - From a corner of the paper an ant has hauled its body up, silent, it wanders the page it winds along the circle it slips free of the circle on the feet of walking ...