The Deception of Curves

Form! 
Taunting muse of human birth, 
Proud in your splendor, 
Curving here-turning there, 
What are you really? 

Lucky Geometries of DNA? 
Aesthetic fancies of an age? 
Mere art and trickery? 
Bah! I am through with you! 

You are a spell in the mind; 
Nay-you are a curse, 
A drive born of instinct, 
A curved line tangling straight 
where gentle variance 
Burns away at reason. 

Form, you are a serpent.