The triangle of life.

The world is angles:

Mine and yours and his,

The sides we see and others miss. 

Each side a path - 

Walk till our legs give out,

And then back home along that route.

To proud estates

Of space more thick than thin,

Amplitudes emblazed by all our sins. 

Deeds shared by many

Far and wide, 

Obtuse and bright alike in mind. 

Declare their thoughts - 

Flying like moths to light,

Oh what a shame so few are right.