Lines collude into shapes
and shapes into function
Stress one down into a
corner and present a convoluted lock.
It is within the nature of the clever beast
to wield a pen and scribble, madly
for each knows its Key, for each it must extend it a loving hand.
In its ears, wrapped around claws, it heeds
“form me, unlock and Key, I am best to say
what is the nature of the beast
It is only
to return me
And as you design
to oblige the gate to yield
You unwittingly concede
I favor you, peerlessly
by being everything
Not so sure about this one. Maybe revising it won’t do it any good.