i want to...i want to be someone else or i'll explode...

so the last line...i'm not sure if it should be it's own stanza or attached....advice?

a man (never) said to me:

"the thoughts that ravage my circles
are of televisions and fords,
baseballs and wine glasses.
i've tried to trace their paths,
make new ones with you in the wake.
your curling locks and words of praise
are nothing but keys to unlock my guilt.
and in my spiral, in my accusations,
i have received each glance
from eyes that can never understand
why six years of politics leads
to a waterfall. you see,
it is only this shape. nothing is parallel.
all is connected with strands
of invisible time where memories
are the same as the tramped fibers of my carpet."

and i will always circle back around.