Protractor

Stabbing the center and trying to resist
Pulling of pencil away from paper kissed
By graphite wending from beginning
Into perfect circular spinning
Perforated paper makes the center
Beginning becomes end and reenters
All one line now no starting point missed
Thickening in a never ending tryst
Always looking for the ever elusive end
Winding forever never a halt round the bend
Wishing endless circling is leading to a drain
Stop and lifted up until it begins again