What shapes do you think of
when you sit under trees?
Blunt corners, forgiving curves-
a fluctuation that never seems to ease.
Do we circle in repetition?
Or is self defeat
a mirage of an inhibition?
The lines sometimes will never touch.
But this lack of closure
does not discount your right
to an ameliorative crutch.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
What shapes do you think of
when you sit under trees?
Blunt corners, forgiving curves-
a fluctuation that never seems to ease.
Do we circle in repetition?
Or is self defeat
a mirage of an inhibition?
The lines sometimes will never touch.
But this lack of closure
does not discount your right
to an ameliorative crutch.
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