Out of a Square Box
We strive in a round world with square believes
A square sky seated on bridled outcast clouds
Forced to hold round raindrops
Released to soak square grounds that bear round seeds
Round seeds burgeon at the labour of deformed clouds
But at the end of round days,
Out of round holes in square grounds
deformity was brought forth
A cylindrical stem bearing
on its head a diversity,
Leaves and flowers not just square or round
But straight out of a square box.
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