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.

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My attempt at a Rilke-style poem.