Sunday, March 22, 2020

? Disguise



      Disguise


To appreciate the perfection
of the extreme points of the envelope,
of a reversible transfer of the equilibrium,
of an unrolling brachistochrone.
The tangent language of the proprioceptive.
To hide under the ideal
of the homomorphism across spaces.

The ideal attracts: the strength supporting
the reliable geodesic. To be that someone
is a joy of following the unique smile,
the unique slide, the extended palm,
the establishing presence, the felt sense of now.
Being overwhelmed, overwhelming the accidental river
of spikes and gnarled boughs with that stirring joy,
and so flows smoothly the heart.

Don the disguise of flesh, wear it so eloquently
it becomes a song, a monument -- the pentatope.
Flow with the embeddings and diffeomorphisms
until you discover yourself the disguise
gone with the river.




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