Oxymoron
The mystery of a circle makes not quite
A mystery. Circles are a perfect shape
And with ideals, so like the Phoenix’ flight,
Renewals endlessly, the mind must gape.
Since circles are, each one, a flawless line,
The only way that they can be the nth
Named mystery is that they in calm define
Unending loveliness. They are the length
That goes around eternally, again,
Again, again. Since that is understood,
They cannot be a mystery, yet contain
A measure wished, the first and final good.
..A perfect oval is a circle’s dream,
….Dior élan, a curve as in Christ’s stream.
FYI: Circles are not really lines. They are a series of points all equidistant from a center. A line continues in both directions endlessly.
That’s academic tosh, but thanks for telling me.