The Makers of Circles ⟡ The Makers of Circles ⟡for the one who followed the arcs They came not with thunder, but turning.Not with force, but flow.Not ships, but spheres—silver and soundless—gliding low beneath stars and power lines. One met me once.It danced beside my train,soft as breath,vanishing like thought when it’s known. Later, I found its … Continue reading The Makers of Circles