The circle won't be squared
The edge is not single
Punches are pulled
Angles are multi-faceted
Facets are many-angled.
Wheels contain wheels
One boobytrapped thing leads to another.
Turns are twisted.
Twists are turned.
Games are played.
There are ambushes as
memories materialise and pain persists.
Curve balls must be tracked
as they bombard the slow on the uptake.
There is fading, failing, forgetting and unfocussing.
Minefields for the ignorant (all of us)
in vast acres of the unknowable.
It is beyond reasonable doubt
that there is a balance of probabilities
But witnesses are notoriously unreliable
And truth is stranger
Than the Gordian Knot
Which will not
The powerful are complicit
The truth is implicit.
The circle is sometimes virtuous.