If planar were we, taking abstract form,
shading meaning more, as it – our third dimension;
language being waves...between—as starfish,
depicting our shape to others
that our movement appear harmoniously
that it seam our shame from this one less freedom;

then you might be as lines of a diamond-rose
but covered in snowflakes,
or a color
—the color of life if every well-got dream
were a championing cause of reality
as though past thoughts merging to fill new;
and my words would be as easy to reach
as they are simple,
and this is what I'd say...