could be an isosceles
triangle, I think of all of
those angles and intersections
between us and how often things
take on a linear pre-ordained shape. Like
this: three intersection points and a pinnacle
on top. A slip and a slide all the way to the dusty
bottom again. The cutting definition of geometry, of love.
The alignment of same sides, the slope of wanting more, of
never being satisfied with the bottom line. The endless trek across
the sands of time, and like the pyramids of old, sought out for all the
treasures within, for those not afraid of logic and mostly - illogical dreams.