By the radial shells he abides
By the collapsing arc of the tide
An insane man with coiled hands
Sits at shore drawing circles in the sand
Wondering about his reciprocal strife
Spiraling out of control in the circle of life
As his mind crooks like lightning
And shines down a spotlight to focus his feelings
Circles it neatly and plainly and simply
Drawing the spirals of the radial shells
The staircase to his mind, his hell
The twisted head he holds high
The circle of life a ringing in his ears
As he looks at the circles and calls them lines