So, I shall write something totally absurd of the origin of these two small works of mine. I have absolutely no idea why I decided to do them, but it just felt right at the time to combine circles with tangent lines. The result is smooth. However I still need to write something potentially meaningful about them. It has something to do with lights. I imagine that I am writing a poem abot lights, but I feel so blind that I cannot find the words to explain my feeling. It's completely absurd, but I force myself to write a poem about the lights.

The illuminating reflexology
of the enlightened,
is contained
within psychology.

Totally Absurd I think.