Form

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 29, 2021 

Form.
Function.
Shape
of things.
How shaped
determines
function,
form,
ideas.
Bad shape,
bad form.
Bad ideas,
bad function.
Shape
of things.
Things
to come.
Form
creates
function.
Creates
reality.
All play
off one
another.
Shapes,
forms,
ideas
dance
the dance.
Dance
of creation.
Vibrations
etching.
Shaping
aligning
what’s
observed,
what’s
understood.
Evolving
shapes,
evolving
forms,
evolving
ideas
interact
sculpting
reality,
sculpting
the future.
Ideas
greasing
the skids.
Ideas,
forms
deciding
what’s to
come.
No shapes.
No forms.
No ideas.
No future.

 

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