Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Poetry, Writing


Distilling the world into its essence,
We are left with nothing but straight
Lines, where even what we see as circles
Are fashioned from tangents around
An empty space. All around us are
Angles and distances, an assortment
Of illogical polygons. Look at every
Living thing, and it is an animation
Of straightness, a blur of multiple
Linears which only deviate through our
Eyes, but never in reality. It is this
Unbent geometry we call beauty.

R 03/03/2023 19:47

M doesn’t hate Aggie, which she finished reading today. That’s good. Now for a real edit. Time, time.

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