Analysis of Untitled

I hate the planes
The lines, the angles that change
The distance of travel from point to point
The degrees just a number
Screams Problematic to anxiety
I'm more in distress with the equational thoughts of paradox
Complications to the mind,
defined
One's reality and one is not
A Series of scenarios
A number of what ifs
I was there being drained by this magnetic pull
I was a mist then static
But not fully receptive to
I definitely wasn't lost
As this inner compass always pointed north
Guiding me with the magnetic flux at the core
I was everything down to a simple spore
I was safe inside the circle, Simplicity of the circle, The Thoughts of circles
Safe from the planes of infernal
The intricate line, define,
So incoherent, so Uncomputed, so designed to try again