flatland of the mind

the shimmering fraility of a reality
bisected by perspective
a line through a plane
is only a point and cannot grasp
the plane
or the possibility of a sphere

and all the points say
"point well taken"
all the while thinking
"i have the real point"
if they had fists
they would shake them

and all this is spatial
what of time?
 

1/29/01
nfh
 
 
 

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