This one feels very elusive to me, especially with such a mysterious title. As if the subjects are speaking in a language all of their own, with their own reference points. Your instinctive grasp on rhythm makes it a pleasure to keep rereading - I'm turning it over and over, coming to different conclusions each time.

It's like you as a narrator are everywhere and nowhere at the same time; in the wind, in time, the sea and the sky. Who are these circles - and will they ever figure out what they really mean haha?