Some need a villain; that’s their way.
Outside color co-signs their gray.
Cast out bright ones as enemy…
To, lend their dullness clemency.
The square cannot abide the globe…
Two dimensional homophobe.
Well rounded folks bristle the cruel.
Who’re always in line first to duel.
They’ve a single trick: sharp corners.
Still, globes remain deft performers.
They do not balk at fearsome shifts…
Balls can go far as water drifts.
They can bounce off hard responses…
& braid of them renaissances.
May sharper angles smooth with time…
Whilst, orbs remain adeptly prime.
L.B.Stowe 