Challenge
Shapeful? Shapeless?
An exploration of shape. Prose or poetry.
Shapes of My Things
I come full circle now
Having rounded the bases of the diamond
At times, skewed trapezoidal
Still, I made it home
I began singular, a mere point
But I traveled a line
Until I changed direction at a right angle
And celebrated my life lying wholly but flat
I rose above the Cartesian plane
Assuming altitude
And I saw the mistakes I made
From on high where depth is appreciated
Then I wanted it to last
From time to time, moment to moment
The temporal dimension offered continuum
I was happy
I ready for the next transition
And anticipate the next supersedence
When time runs out here and now
But I look to even higher realms
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