In Flight

“one point of view 

does not show the whole picture,”

one said.

passing the house

with the falling furniture,

more and more

defenestration. 

tetrahedrons circle, 

stars journey to the center.

engage in activity

little piggies

of sacred geometry,

bowtie or phallic, 

“another teaching moment

wasted,” he said, she said.

they underneath

pins a whole new realm,

“fungus or penis,”

they asked.

drones spin

the wood lathe

synthesis of the dot,

a labyrinth of magic squares

find order in the chaos.

the cross of four zeroes

pianos in flight…

“look up!” “the above mirrors the below,”

she said.

spiders 

find the power of X.

believe in your feelings.