"multicursal" poems
You are a tessellation
composed of repeating patterns,
a labyrinth of congruency,
and the last thing I need
is another right angle
to corner myself in.
I don't want any more
symmetry
or geometry,
I simply want to be freed
from this multicursal maze
you left me in.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC