One Line

I could see the light as a bundle of strings that followed my every movement.

So I played music on it.

Being a Sphere

I decided I am a circle,

I start and end with me,

And encompass a part of the world within,

Enough to buttress my form.

But when I transcend into the third dimension,

I add smaller circles on either side to depend on,

I eat myself

To end in two dots

That float in an independent dimension.

I don’t feel like I’m in control anymore.

Damn, I guess I’m a sphere now.