Geometrics

Geometrics

I draw triangles. They
decorate the margins
of my paper. Inside
their complicated structure
lies treasures. The trick is,
connect with them.
Build them like pyramids.
Bury dead children inside them.
Color in the empty ones.
Shed tears. Cry for lost dreams.
Cry for the innocent.
Bury cats in them. Bury dogs.
Imagine butterflies
winging high above them.
I create social structures.
Whole caste systems exists,
unaided, within these triangles.
Imagine thousands of
notepaper pyramids, emerging
from the sound of minds
coloring landscapes,
changing worlds.