World Geometry

Disembodied midnight
Obsolescence of obscenities
Happy Jesus eBay bargain
Another tango
Of political remorse.

I believe in the sky
Elongated rectangles
In mottled, motley hues.
And trapezoids of geese
Protracting necks to
Cry their course
Of Pythagorean perfection.
The concrete rhombus
Offering rooms by the hour
Gives familiar compass
To inane vagaries.

"Us" is not a polygon
And therefore does not fit
In a universe
Of perfectly closed figures
So perfectly encased
In the singular
circumference
Of cyclic circular time.