it would be wrong to say it was rectified
but the rectilinear need not be left unattended
for very long before life itself by the very act of living
buries the straight lines and right angles in organic curves
and the stochastic pathways of phototropic decision making
until the abstract aesthetic vacuum is filled with the stuff of life
the movement of life, the colors of life, the detritus, the flow
brought back into the circle of life, enfolding deadness
in the process of life living, growing, gathering,
sharing, spreading, dancing with the sun,
rising and falling with the silver moon
swaying with wind, singing as rain
until the square find belonging
in the culture of the round
and the ragged edges
soften the lines too
straight to be
real or
true