Dear Uriel- you surface again-
I'm sorry I have taken your name in vain,
made you into an object and used you
for non-linear purposes. In this
place, there are no corners, just roundness,
like the paper I found last week
at Staples, slick and missing all its corners.

Oh, angel, this is a circular maze, puzzling,
and profoundly red. So take my hand. I will
guide you, and we will go then into
the fire, deep then deeper and, again, deeper.