Curling inside the cylinder

Walking on a plane

Cutting up the circle

Seeking the blistering radius

Dissecting the intersection points

Slipping in symmetry

On the edge of a Cartesian distance

Defining the articulation

Inside the angles and 3D lines

Glaring at the 2d lines

Placing the trihedron

Sliding down the cone

Hiding behind the slot

From hexagons to lines

A world of preciseness and exactness

Divine numbers are bold

No gray in the atmosphere

A place without emotions or drama

No mystery in the madness

Problem solved

I feel worthless

No shine

Others are silver

I’m made up of copper

Very little value

Laying in cars

Sleeping on nightstands

A hundred of me

complete a dollar

Often hear “Keep it”

when change is created

I’m not wanted or valued

I feel worthless

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I am filled with darkness

and completely empty

I am losing touch

with full packages

I can not relate

Please fill me

with old clothes

to give to the poor

Please fill me

with toys

that children

can play with

Please fill me with

something meaningful

so that I can help

the deprived world

I am empty for a reason

to give others light

I am clear

I am measured

I am defined

I am used every day

I am a necessity

I am used to solve problems

I am beautiful

I am dramatic free

I am essential

I am needed

I am every where

I am value

I am not a color or a race

I’m written on

Sometimes I’m wasted

I’m typed on

Sometimes I’m abused

I can be in different colors

Sometimes I’m crinkled

I’m different sizes

Sometimes I’m over used

I’m made into an airplane

Sometimes I wonder …

If I will ever disappear

I will acknowledge

that I had an affair

I love metaphors

creating imaginary worlds

A written tapestry

Seduced by alliteration

I had an affair

with the craft of language

I’m enthralled by

the layers and symbolism

I’m engaged

to a place to release my tension

I’m in a atmosphere

where I’m understood

I’m in a whirlwind

where I’m forever lost

I’m pulled in

by the legacy of poets

Desiring to fulfill

a long winded fantasy

The affair will continue….

Unsettling analytics

Dispersed integers

Abrupt and chilling data

Between facts and information

Controlling emotions

Stepping on to Overthink drive

Distinct calculations

Business minds open

Fearful of making the “wrong”

and fateful decisions

Staring into Venn Diagrams

and Ghant charts

Sleeping beside project management

and waking up to “planning”

Spontaneity is two streets over

On this road it must be on a calendar

Crawling like a snail

Watching the hour glass

Staring at paint dry

on the curbside

Playing in the sandbox

Mesmerized by the fallen

rainbows and stardust

Absorbing every minute

Not one second is rushed

Pixels illuminate

Enhanced motions

Days inhaling weeks

Weeks serenading months

Smiling leaves dance

Rivers singing in harmony

Families at dinner tables

Time is a speck

Life is fully embraced

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