Shapes of My Things

I come full circle now

Having rounded the bases of the diamond

At times, skewed trapezoidal

Still, I made it home

I began singular, a mere point

But I traveled a line

Until I changed direction at a right angle

And celebrated my life lying wholly but flat

I rose above the Cartesian plane

Assuming altitude

And I saw the mistakes I made

From on high where depth is appreciated

Then I wanted it to last

From time to time, moment to moment

The temporal dimension offered continuum

I was happy

I ready for the next transition

And anticipate the next supersedence

When time runs out here and now

But I look to even higher realms