Ain't it all an assembly of straight lines? The boring roads, Narcissistic walls, even the telling inclines and declines Maths will even have you believe there are a million tangents in a circle Linear, purposeful, but tedious
But, look closely my friend Don’t you see the zillion curves in each circle’s tangent? All seemingly straight borders hide many a pervious bend Every proudly leveled surface is bound to be askew A perfect linearity is a thought artefact
We happen to be the curves lost in the straight— A slurry of non-linearity poured out in a straight line.