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Draw a line and watch it bend
back into the place it began
every corner knows the end
of how the morning comes again
I am a shape that tiles the floor
edge to edge with no seam left
the room repeats me out the door
a hallway made of my own breath
Fit me in, fit me in
to the pattern on the skin of the world
I repeat, I repeat
till the meaning's worn discreet and curled
Honeycomb of ordinary days
each one snug against the next
I memorize the angle, the angle
of how I'm pressed against the rest
If you pull one tile away
does the whole thing fall, the whole thing stay?
I never asked to interlock
but here I am, around the block
Fit me in, fit me in
to the pattern on the skin of the world
I repeat, I repeat
till the meaning's worn discreet and curled