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TRIANGLES

PRISMS

CONES

from a distance

all we

were

were

big blue

wheels

we called them

our reasonableness

we called them

true circles

living in the world

and spinning

with love

it was our only course

like the rudderless boat's

to see land

any land

I was bound in copper coil

you were

a fire

of slippery jewels

from a distance

we were

static electricity

living in love

with the

stock-still world

crying

under the floorboards

was our silver pyramid

penned inside

our walls were

ancient bulls

in bas relief

our flags were sins

on lascivious oceans

our word for regret was

a whirlpool of blood

turning

in space

it sped on

the dot

which was

so small

at first

became what it had

to become

a collapse into feeling

item broke down

into item of light

each one

new and unknown

it was

our home

a wave of slow motion

which was all our lives

forever