Title poem as seen A-Zine by Transcendental Yogi Partiers Issue One
The Square
In the square, its all the
same,
neighboring realities reside within
themselves.
A box turned inside
out,
resembles the universe.
If we could pull the universe in-
side out
infinite squares,
and how,
our eyes can not give us answers.
What shape
is a square seen in the 4th
dimension?
I can tell you.
But what I tell you,
is a photo, a snapshot of a portion
taken from an angle
determined by
where I’m at.
And so I say
sharp angles, try circles, fizzures
and fishes.
We see four sides so we show it
but what goes unseen is the effect
my fingers have when I drag
more squares just from
touching both sides of a piece of
paper and
infinity ensues:
fractile forms
Form is not form is not form is not form is not for M
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