Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The God of Shapes

You who formed the earth
and the avocado,
those ripening spheres-
In you, all shapes orbit.

We pull against you, tripping on
our own will, begging
you to release us from
such freedom as this.

Instead you hurl us
into constellations
of your
own making, stars
motioned by the winds of creation.

Looking for perfection
in triangles, it's in silent equations we
see your true self.

My attempt at a Rilke-style poem.

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