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I glide through angles, where the shadows creep.
Edges cut crisp through the air, so fine,
Like dancing on prisms, with a rhythm divine.
The points of each peak, they shimmer and spin,
A tilt, then a turn, let the journey begin.
Gravity pulls me, but I twist and I play,
On triangles, spinning, I'm carried away.
With every slope, I dip and I soar,
Shapes beneath me, opening doors.
I ride on their sides, in a geometric trance,
Sliding on triangles—a daring dance.
From the steepest incline to the softest of bends,
Each vertex, a challenge; each line never ends.
With a pivot and glide, I learn to let go,
On triangles, moving where only I know.