POEM: Figure

little nubs in a rounded spine,
subtle hollows between muscles;

we lazily build with sharp corners —
corners that don’t exist
in the backbones of beauty
as we know it

graceful curves and subtle transitions
are beyond our capacity to build
but are the only shapeless shapes
that we can truly appreciate

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