There are no right angles There is no correct me Distraught turn, away from me There is a twist of mind There is a knowing gone awry Denial turn, worthiness and safety There is a lost little boy There is a sorrow not said goodbye Destiny turn, curled into a ball in the corner There is no way to fix the pain There is no escape Discovery turn, spiraled up from one point There is a luminous moment of arising, There is a spiral stepping; wobbles and radiates Delight turn, tears twisting There are no right angles There is no correct me