A matter of shapes

Sit and think.
And sing
of the lovely world
it’s been offered me.

Now, you know,
the shape matters
So.

Blink and pit
your fear
against the backdrop
of a lovely mound

made of flesh.
Like none of the rest
the best
that tests
the trembling lips
of your evanescent
Innocence.

Finished on 05-12-2003