The Rounded Room:

Murky thoughts

Running like a

Spilt glass of water

Off a flat tabletop

Pouring downward

Soaking all that

They touch

The surge of

Water pours

Onto the floor

And slowly after

A moment of

Indecision falls

Into the deep

Pockets of the

Uneven floor

For the ground

Is bowed

As though

The linoleum

Is stretched over

The top of a ball

Rounded up as the

Ceiling is rounded

Down as

Though a very

Large child

Was doing a

Headstand on

Top of the roof