With line and square
I fix the world
In sight and mind
The world I build
Becomes this kind
While Nature’s skilled
Geometry
Is rarely square
Organically
Math more complex
So beautifully
While Nature’s skilled
Geometry
Is rarely square
Organically
Math more complex
So beautifully
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Or is the world
Just as it is
And all the fractures and facets
All the breakage and breaking
Just me?
A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
I find peace, calm
In a space undistracted
By the flash of colour
Or the dominance of black or white
But from here
Across the inlet
It resembles only
A small forest of brick and steel
Concrete and glass
Its denizens
Too small to register
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself