It tries to start in school -
A shaft of light, little
Chum of mine.
Conqueror of myths.
We learnt it together:
That there's no
Horseshoe crab shaped constellation,
A Smiling face,- Or a Tiger.
The Sky felt open that Time, -
When we became Outlaws
From the Circuit.
And so, - We found ourselves
A new Circumference.
And when you left,
You promised us to wear it like a sheath
To our imprudent selves.
