I see a square

or I see a book

maybe a window

with it’s hooks

I see a circle

or it is a tumbler’s top

I see a sphere

oh, it’s sand grains

I see too much

oh, it’s just the eyes I have

I speak these words

it’s just of the memory I have

whatever left is not just not there

it’s just unsaid

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