Infinite Recursion

Sine curves weave through calculus books,
Deriving into cosine arcs
Only to become sine curves
Once again -
"The sine curve is a circle over time."

The same swirling doodle stamps my notebooks,
Curling about the margins,
Inviting the tails of my g's and y's
To engage with it -
"Be a part of the circle."

Déjà vu imprints each day,
Whispering a litany of familiarity,
Noting down to even the barest
Trace of irony -
"Infinite recursion states life is a circle."

The same people wander through my life,
Demanding uncomfortable answers,
Sometimes receiving little more
Than passing acknowledgement -
"I want out of this circle."

Sine curves weave through calculus books,
Deriving into cosine arcs,
Only to become sine curves
Once again -
"The sine curve is the circle over time."