Piccadilly Circus

 We are not going in circles around the sun, but we return to many places.  These places even when you are still there you know you will return.  In disbelief.  Suddenly in front of you movie fish.  Something like that.  Off the tube we are emergent.  Small cities all over the big city.  What separates them is the amount of investment and trauma.  Long tubes to everyone.  There is only one circus I found.

We were not crowded in this crowded place.  Neither of us had ever drank sake.  We ordered too much was the look we gave each other.  We spoke more without words surrounded by the circus.  We would know better now and order less next time, but here we were.  I have no idea where we went, but I am still there.  I do not know if I am alone.

The Earth around the sun travels forward.  You can find me all along the path.  Each time created new.  Our memories eventually become what we want them to.

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