Geometry
I prove a theorem and the house expands:
the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling,
the ceiling floats away with a sigh.
As the walls clear themselves of everything
but transparency, the scent of carnations
leaves with them. I am out in the open
and above the windows have hinged into butterflies,
sunlight glinting where they’ve intersected.
They are going to some point true and unproven.
Best to break reality up into tasks, manageable, soluble; pushing us to the edge of one of many circles. After a few days, the dream city appears, glittering again upon the horizon.
A blue and white promise.
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