Two-Dimensional Circle

Within the realms of space Exist the pearly lines of logic, Foreboding, tremendously woven like lace With fiery finesse and a flashing flicker. From elegant earth, cyclopean stars Are rendered so picayune, We see them only as circles and bars Adorning the sky, so meticulously strewn. But the human mind Does not need to look beyond The two-dimensions we see to find Amusement. Sorry Armstrong. The blazing cataclysmic beauty Is wasted on our feeble temperament. Squandered almost deliberately Without further acknowledgment. And the result of this treachery Is the reason our lives are so dull. We morph all we see, making it blurry. Leaving only a 2-D circle. And yet, even with this simple silhouette, We bask in beautiful bundles of bliss. Ironically enough, we call it infinite Like that of space, a more infinite abyss.