Chalkboards, billboards, computers and televisions
Are all rectangular.
Wheels, mandalas, clocks and prayer wheels
Are all circular.
Hearts are rare shapes in human physiology,
But not in human society.
In school we are taught geometry
But emotions left to chance;
Schools must not teach the intangible subjects
Of love, fear, and the invisible breadth and height of a soul.
The soul passes through any and all doors,
Unrestricted by any particular shape,
Can mold itself to fit any receptacle
That's meant to contain it's vassal.
So that stillborn babies in medical laboratories
Must forever have small, jar-shaped baby souls.
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