Shapes

I may be 
round I’m not 
square and as
round I don’t 
fit by force
or will or
wish or whatever 
I am round 
like a balloon 
I am heavenly 
like the world 
or the moon 
or a comet 
streaking through the 
night’s sky setting 
it beautifully ablaze 
I’m not square 
never have been 
no edges here 
which to poke 
or catch or
be cut by
I am round 
round and round 
I merrily go