Rings of time. Circles inside circles inside circles. One after another. That is my life. Each year, as I come full circle to my birth, I add one. I’ve been around for many circles. I stretch up and reach the wind. I stretch down and reach the water. I am always here, always steady, always sure.
But now those who move come, and they kill me. They pull me down from the wind and up from the water, and take me from my place. And now I am square, with sharp corners and edges. Hollow. No longer circles upon circles.
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This one is a bit of a riddle. Obviously the speaker is not human. So tell me, what is the speaker in this piece? What happened to him?
But now those who move come, and they kill me. They pull me down from the wind and up from the water, and take me from my place. And now I am square, with sharp corners and edges. Hollow. No longer circles upon circles.
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This one is a bit of a riddle. Obviously the speaker is not human. So tell me, what is the speaker in this piece? What happened to him?
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