Shapes 
Twist and trade 
Brisk and break 
And twirl 
Through dreams 
Of open thought 
And fained praise 
Edges scratched 
In the 
Brightest colors 
As the 
Flames rise higher 
On shelves 
And green 
Silt 
Covers the 
Ground 
In uneven palacades 
And I 
Welcome their 
Symmetry 
The circle 
Disliked in arrogance    
For it is 
Neverending 
For it's 
Smooth edges 
For there is 
No way in 
And no way 
Out