[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,
The end approaches
Repetition overcomes fatigue,
[read the response: “Sometimes I feel like there’s this fat kid…“]