A History of Circular Thinking

It is true. I have chased myself in circles and while biting my tail cried "Ouch!" Flying around racing racing panting panting becoming becoming that from which I run. It is inevitable, no? (see?) Chasin morning I arrive from sleep, put on a jacket in the cool air and suddenly it is autumn, appearing unnoticed while summer chased summer, or at least the thought of it. While summer was becoming what summer should be it was already too late for languishing. Now the cool air, gone already for an unknown time, is desired, scrutinized, sniffed, by me.