Strict Geometry - June 19 2025

 

Strict Geometry

June 19 2025

We live in strict geometry.

This 4-cornered room

of right angled walls.

This point in time

if time could stop.

The intersecting grid

of perpendicular streets

I travel on each day;

the straight line

through my flat vanilla life.

But also my topography.

My valleys and peaks.

The steep canyon walls

I fail to see.

My illusions

of self-improvement,

in which, like a Möbius strip

I end up simply circling back.

The lines that connect us all.

Like the red string

thumb-tacked to a cork-board

in some conspiracist’s underground den;

all of us entangled

in a web of relationships

that keeps extending out.

The circle of life.

Because everything

begins and ends.

A great pyramid looms over me.

Its apex

where triangular sides converge

and privilege flourishes.

And its load bearing base

where most of us are

in our appointed place,

doubled over

from the crushing weight.

There’s the passage of time

with its measured intervals

and neatly circling hands.

Which certainly seems geometrical,

but actually depends

on whom you ask.

Because time is subjective.

Because time and space are one

and space/time bends.

Because geometry

has more than 3 dimensions,

and it’s the 4th

that changes everything.

So I wonder about a 5th

invisible to us.

As if we were 2 dimensional creatures,

unaware

that parallel worlds existed

both above and below.

As if we were mere doodles

on a sheet of plain white paper;

a thin sheet

sandwiched somewhere in the middle

of a limitless stack.