far from the circle

All eyes
are gathered in the middle of a circle .
The circle is wide and complete .
All its radii are equal ,  
and, without a doubt ,

                  the diameter is twice the length of the
                                                                        radius. Yet, I
do not have enough room to breathe.

Everything I look at
is being smashed by other looks
and I cannot pick up the pieces
as they become too little to hold.

In search of a corner to breathe ,
I take my look
and escape from the center of the circle .

The farther I get from the center ,
the faster I become .
A voice behind me get closer and louder .  
The faster I run ,
the noisier it becomes .

             I turn my head and see all the
             eyes I know, following me.

I run,
I run,
I run,
until the circle is only a dot.

Now ,
my legs will not run ,
my eyes will not see ,
my mind will not think .
Bu t
I am far from the voice ,
the circle is empty ,
and I can breathe again !

8 September 2003