Published: 4 January 2025

Circle, unbroken

1.
In Nantes, within a private library
there is a hand bound book, made of soft
now faded lambskin, held together with a
small leather belt. It is one of a kind.
It has a title, but the family that owns it
calls it, ‘Le cercle continu’.

Within it are close to 100 perfect circles
cut in one afternoon as a demonstration of
swordsmanship by the Chevalier de la Rose.
Wielding an épée the Chevalier carved exact
circles from paper, cardstock, leather,
three rounds from cedar shingles, a circle

from lace a maid held in the breeze, its
folds and creases no match for the Chevalier’s
sure hand and razor sword. It is a feat that
has never been matched, though some have tried.
The chevalier is quoted, “L’épée ne peut être
que vraie, c’est l’esprit qui choisit d’échouer
.”

The title of the book is: “Judicium gladii”
Judgement of the Sword.

2
During the Edo period, the Lady Kane Chohime was married
to the warlord Nobunaga and moved to his castle outside
the city of Edo, that is now Tokyo, where she remained
until she died at the age of 56, alone. She bore
the warlord no sons and swiftly fell from favour.
She was imprisoned within a small suite of rooms,
for if she was not a worthy wife for the warlord, she
was still his property. Within those walls Kane crafted
over and over again, one white paper circle, then added
gold leaf gilded onto the circle so that it appeared,
each half matched the other perfectly.

She hung the circles within her room, until the walls
were filled, then she moved to the small room adjacent
and when that room was filled, she began to hang the
circles in the hall that led to her isolated chambers.
This did not go unnoticed. The attendants said
she would not permit them to be taken down,
only the Warlord could tell her to do so.
When the Warlord confronted Kane and told her
to remove the circles, the record is clear:
Kane replied, ‘They are not circles, my lord,
they are portraits of you who are my sun and moon.”

That was the last time Kane saw Warlord Nobunaga.
The circles remained until she died and were collected
into a book that is named, “Chō no kanashimi / 蝶の悲しみ”,
which might be translated as, “Sorrows of a Butterfly”.

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Don’t ask where it begins, I don’t know where to begin,
but I know when you read you’re transported back in time.
I’m certain of that, but not much else. Is it part of the pencil

Radish

Santa Claus of the garden,
you bring snap of winter
to the mouth, crisp frosty heat.
Some call you icicle, watermelon,
breakfast, French, pink, orange, purple
(dirt had a real grip on that one.)

The killing and dismemberment of Osiris

Gods are murdered in ritual,
with family in attendance.
If not as executioners, then moral support.
The god must be torn apart
thrown into all that is and is not.
Sister brides always grieve
journey to join the god together,
as he has always been put back together.

Mom on deck

Call for Mom.
She’s needed on deck;
no one else will do.
Who could possibly replace her?
Santa Claus or God?

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Paper time

Paper time

Paper is a Time Machine, but it only goes backward in time.
Don’t ask where it begins, I don’t know where to begin,
but I know when you read you’re transported back in time.
I’m certain of that, but not much else. Is it part of the pencil

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Radish

Radish

Santa Claus of the garden,
you bring snap of winter
to the mouth, crisp frosty heat.
Some call you icicle, watermelon,
breakfast, French, pink, orange, purple
(dirt had a real grip on that one.)

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