x=y; Dream of Mauritz
All axioms
Rest on tautologies
And there is no
Place outside the frame...
I am a
Chocolate orange
Segments
Off on a tangent.
- Foil unreal,
Indigo or violent.
Hanging upside down
In a white
Sphere,
Close as a pyramid,
Ankhs at my ankles.
Trapped in a mirror
A millionth perspective,
Columns to infinity -
This temple
Is my libation.
Triangular staircase
Meeting at angles
Figures at incorrect
Gravitational pulls -
Passing each other
Like old bad luck.
Rivers uncrossable
Running the wrong way,
Salt circles
On steel ground.
The title for the ‘Salt Circles on Steel Ground’ poetry pamphlet came from the above piece.