From a squareÉÉ.
By Madison Jasv
Right Angles seem to frame my life
At 90% degrees and perpendicular
lines
Yet my equation was never understood
Just a midpoint on an imaginary line
Left blank hoping for another to find
There our steps travel parallel
But yours reflects a shadow that never fails
It keeps me suspended in inequalities
Isolated in the zeros you trace
Giving me nothing that ought to be
Leaving me treated as an empty set
Another geometric shape to always forget
Why donÕt you slice across on the diagonal line
Two triangles your needing to find
Already bisected to the interior
Left me a Fraction more than inferior
With Angles that trap me in a world of 360
A place where your eyes can see right through me
ItÕs there I stand alone on my vertices
To prove I am more than congruency
But to hear your hypothesis
Breaks me down to my intercepts
And I shrink on the plane
In the silence of my forgotten name
The lonely perfect square
Yet dependant upon your care