Geometric
Geometric,
as my pencil aligns shapes
answered with dots;
We seem comfortable with a blackout;
I will rewrite this dead language;
Caught up in the tracing,
but you gloss over the colors;
Logic has no role in pandemonium;
Don’t let me be misunderstood;
Foolish jester I am the punchline;
I live in the sketch,
my story began with a retrograde;
Move closer and we can design
with so catchy a parody
something that you feel;
The punchline ?
Evolution is geometric.
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