Geometry for “Grown Ups”

Words in boxes,
Thoughts in (mail) chains,
Feet on the line –
Walking the co-ordinates
Between work, home, and somewhere safe.
Our conversations – flat, crest-less waves
Our minds – tangent to the same
Our hopes – iridescent, like prisms
Still reflecting some errant rays.
Our fingers fettered by little squares,
Our eyes ensnared by obtuse stares
That struggle to make sense
Of the endless spiral of days on days
And our lives, themselves, an illusion
Of concentric circles
In which we try to seek the origin,
But fail.

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2 thoughts on “Geometry for “Grown Ups”

  1. I want a signed copy of your book. I want people to know that I know you!

    God, this is so good.

    “That struggle to make sense
    Of the endless spiral of days on days
    And our lives, themselves, an illusion
    Of concentric circles
    In which we try to seek the origin,
    But fail.”

    This is where I am in life and this is exactly how I feel about it and it expresses so many feelings in just a few words! I am just like WOW!

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