there are light corners
and corners in between

There are corners worn out from overuse
And corners left untouched
There are corners at the end of
dark hallways
For these, I have no courage to muster up

corners are bright corners
Illuminated by the sun
They have flowerbeds
And no loose ends
and they radiate with love

Every corner is a corner that connects
all the corners up
There you'll find my center; that there
is plenty of.

The center has no corners
no rough edges
no sharp cuts

My center is my reason; my purpose;
my love
But without its corners the center
is not much.