circular folly

folly circles springing forward
I saw I saw
folly off-side with a nose contrapposto
I saw I saw

my skin birthed, buried beneath
a folly left in some scum washed a stream
I saw, a circular calling, hanging
you too were there as the pores clung to a greater height
as the flesh sailed into folly sight
as your vague time and your fiendish light
strung its strings to feed the bite
of a pigment I forgot.
It was my folly.
the boughs of your lashes
made my roots glimpse at every similar breeze.

This came across me
when I saw I saw
trembling visual streams
I saw.