Triangles are commands of God
And independent lie
Outside our brains as wild geese show
Travelling down the sky.
And this five-pointed thing that sucks
Its slow way as it can
Has as sure a hold on God
As great Aldebaran.
It has as large a power to please
Any eye that gazes
Upon its harmony of lines
As ancient Attic vases.
Pentagon for Gawain's shield,
Five points of chivalry,
In ancient laws and musical
It creeps below the sea.
Its fingers are on God's own hand,
Its just name is a star,
Through aeons it remains as right
As birth and dying are.
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