Circles
We turn around
Seeking the right angles
Looking at points
of varying degrees
We measure this mind
and shapes
As goldsmiths do
on carats of purity
The scales in our heart
but carry a love
in shapes of rectangles
One side too long
Leaving the other, short
Giving us lives, of no sides
To make us circles
Spinning in discontent
To no end
As we draw
Those saints of past
On our asymmetric rules
Smile they back
With a love in shapes, of squares
Giving joy in triangles, isosceles
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