Tiny Geometries
When standing beside myself,
Against the walls of my own mind,
I am picking flowers,
That are growing,
In the cracks of those walls.
On occasion,
I will be interrupted
from my task, by myself.
I have now traveled
through a tunnel
which is at length, invisible
and now, I have come here.
People surround me,
yet I am alone.
I have created this place,
and I have created it as an entrapment.
And there stand eight.
They are mine and others nearby.
I am nine...
I make the unparallel,
I oval the circle.
Anger is to me and fish to water.
I am not angry at them,
I am angry with my own ignorance
and I am a victim of my own verdict.
N ow I have accepted
the destiny unclear;
I am imprisoned
within the walls of time.
I am restrained
within these tiny geometries.
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