After a movement exercise exploring Space and geomentric forms, this poem came to me:
A shifting mass,
Formations change.
Geometrical form
That feels so strange.
More accessible then ever,
Building blocks of structure,
A break in the chain
Causes this delicate form to rupture.
But it won't break,
It can't be destroyed,
Every new shift
Is a discovery deployed.
A new solid mass,
Stronger then before,
Each more of shape change
Opens the door
To an inner outer flow
Which brings nature so near,
Who would ever have guess geometry
Would be in things we hold so dear?
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