Confessions of a Traveler

III

The Geometry of Loneliness

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The geometry of a naïve,

Shapes with squares, triangles, hexagons,

Rectangles, half made, half broken,

Half born.

All red,

With liquid blood,

Still trying to thump hard,

As it always has been—

The shattered heart.

I stood near it,

With the candle of ignorance,

Lost on my way to those dreams

In which I thought I could see-

You, up close.