Sprout

(n+7)(Spring-Walt Whitman)

I said in my heaving "I am sick of four wallows and a celibate

I have need of the slang.

I have business with the gravel.

I will up and get me away where the haze is wheeling,

Lone and high

And the slow clues go by…"

Triangle

All I am

Is contained within

Three strict bounds

My base: my body, b

Muscles, bones and gut

Anchored in the physical

Branching from the base

Two sides rise

Reaching beyond my body

My mind, a

Thoughts and feelings

My mental acumen

My spirit, c

Heart and soul

Me, supernatural

My peak

Pinnacle and zenith

Where mind and spirit meet

Its height above my body, h

In proportion to

My strength of mind and soul

I am a triangle

Body, mind and soul

A trigonometric identity