[response to “From Algebra]

A little bit of other things, or basketball

Centered but not focused.  Time rises over the horizon but the slick asphalt and brisk wind tell a different story.  As the North is pulled closer to darkness, the urgency of the present presents itself.  But first a poem.

Zoomed out is connection.
Zoomed in is precision,
but not better.

The curves of the rectangle
Sweat drenched beauty in sloppy grace,
goal oriented.

The end approaches
Repetition overcomes fatigue,
and release.

[read the response: Sometimes I feel like there’s this fat kid…]


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