Geometry, Banaz Palani, To Be Poets

Geometry I

Pointless points
To reach for
Distant movement
To remove the
Flawless dirt
Along the way

Straight lines
To be walked on
Glorified Illusions
To reach for
Feather beds
In an instant

Edgy triangles
To be stung by
Toxic thorns
To be reminded that
Deep cuts
Are stoic metaphors

Endless rounds
To spin in
Perfect lives
To imagine that
Everlasting flows
Last forever