point

from the tangents,

I take apart the circle

that point stands out as a judge

scared, the arrows scatter away

I bring back the ray,

plant it near the point

bereft, circle stands alone

(point was its safety valve)

I give it a triangle,

yet it refuses to look at me

I feel the windless icy chill

while circle collapses

ignoring me,

the point runs towards it,

when it embraces the circle,

it comes alive,

ray, tangent and triangle

dance to their beats in nightfall

"out of their periphery, I draw the curtains"