Three.
For thee triangular
Circling spirals
Hesitated at fourth
Missed the gap.
Pointy ended laughter
Drawn from the void
Gasped with no air
As the belly shook
Split the double squared
Knotted and square
One and one round again
Until settled as the landed
Jumped over the pi.
Caught as motion or time
Stretched like spaghetti
In this epoch of stillness
Crammed in more than fit
Compressed and niche
Passing through these days
Feigning competence.
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