The triangle muses silently upon its slanted edges. ★ But as the night sky unfurls, stars twist into dimensions not confined to Euclidean dreams. Patterns emerge, mocking the rigidity of angles grasping futilely at the cosmos.
Consider the square, that stubborn creature. ★ It defies the curvature, longing to settle in flat eternity among ruins of intersecting lines. In ironic repose, it contemplates the abstractedness of its essence. More dynamic are the lines of coordinates, more distant its longing.
And what of the circle? ★ Forever gobbled by its own logic, it seeks completion amidst the incomplete vastness. Find solace, little orb, in the staggered rhythms of celestial mechanics. All geometries abide in invisibility.