From a square…….

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 don’t 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

It’s 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

 

 

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