Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Where Euclid Changes to Non-Euclid Avenue

It's whatever you want it to be,
The thing she said,
Confirmation of your theory of bad intent,
Also the theory of discreet compassion,

Which means you must enter
Into her madness,
Which is really yours,
As you believe in it.

It has no hold otherwise
Despite the quakes and tremors
That emerge in the voice,
Like a call from your distant soul.