Let’s Not Be L7

L7

Fixed in the grid
with angles squarely set;
locked, as it were,
in the matrix:
newspaper columned.
Let us not be thus;
cubistic in crystal,
vibratory in place:
separate from the music
that circles away.
Dance
with the wheels that turn.

Upstanding quadrilateral,
conservative,
marching up and down
in unison:
lockstep–
trapped by right angles ⦜
Feel the Brownian bubbles ferment.
Release the ornamental
constraint
of the perfumed bosom;
loosen the tie and
live;
pack away the mortarboard
that clips the wing-beat.

Outside of place settings
and floor-space,
the compassed garden
escapes acreage:
the arc of planets
encircles the endless sky,
spreading.

Below,
one vertex sticks out of the mud.

*[ WSB ].