Lines
Straight lines can not be drawn
Forget about circles and their kind
Squares, triangles, are too far from reach
Only Plato can do such designs I think
In the world of the Forms in the beyond
God too can do this when so inclined
When predisposed to perform such miracles
Nestled softly in the void He toys with nature
Pen and paper take color to another level
God gave us Art for pleasures full perfection
That magic to be imagined with pure light
With dark with love inspired
Struck like a match in heavens imagination
Rolled over once or twice for good measure
Erased in time sometimes
Repeated until we get it right
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