Lord,
you’ve caught me out
cutting corners.
I confess it’s true.
But, you see, I’m tired
so tired of life
within this square-earth conspiracy
fretting always
of falling off, or worse,
of not fitting tightly in
the box in which all the blocks
were bought.
I’d rather live in a bowl of marbles
than in a cage of cubes.
So pardon my incessant filing
rounding off my prison.