Spheres are beautiful, they say;

Paragon of symmetry,

Symbol of reason,

Infinity in the palm of your hand,

Whole,

Venerated by civilization for generations without end; the shape

Of the wild world,

Of Aristotle’s crystalline heavens,

Of the Divine Mind,

Perfection.

 

I am the scent of a fresh sesame bagel

The fluffy doughnuts that melt on a thousand tongues

The familiar grip                    of humble tires

The glitter of           wedding rings

The whole universe maybe

 

There’s a hole in me

Corrupting

Criminally mundane

Celestially unrepentant

Human:

I am Torus

I am

I delight

I celebrate

Myself