Please, Explain This to Me

I am making a list, checking my pen for ink,
writing reasons, and reasons for reasons,
letters that contain the most scripted circles,
fights that die to my waking sight, yet live on,
like an attempt at suffocating an anaerobic pest.

In this pre-fab nightmare, the circles conspire,
forming a coil that buzzes through my fingers,
drags out the truth for a beating and I search for an explanation,
as though the writing had frayed their purpose,
to serve some craving of my own, for knowledge.