Curvatures make women beautiful Curvatures make men masculine Curvatures make designs successful Curvatures make day n night possible Platitudes of planetary motions Curvatures make alphabet possible Writing poetry and prose possible Universe expanding Without curvature Dooms day seems plausible Collapsing to vanish forevever
The sometimes tremulous glimpses of surprise, I think what a book it would make.
I hear the late afternoon cheer the honest type somewhere lurking behind old Sixth Avenue Road. I suppose it is not just a phenomenon of nature that goes instinctively on, not the appalling detail of any large human scheme, eroded by schedules But I accept it as one of the miracles. (Which I never see anywhere else)
I can yell at my pen, pull at my hand, but there's no words this paper can comprehend. My thoughts are stuck in a box, stubbornly clustered together, not willing to talk. I try to persuade them, but they crave my inner creativity, not the monotonous reality I live in. They want to dance in the rain, swim in the ocean, or even find a mysterious love potion. But I can't take them there - I don't know how to piece them together, It is as if my artistic streak vanished in thin air.
One by one, We trudge In the opposite direction To the place we want to go Work, Work, Work, Press the button, Again, Again, Again Spaced intervals Nine minutes Fifty nine seconds Not a nano less, Not a second more
Big Red button Press, Press, Press Until the End Daylight dies One by One We trudge Back the Path we came another sunset Precedes another dawn
One by One We trudge again treadmill of drudgery Work, Work, Work Nine fifty seven Nine fifty eight Press Press the Big red button At the Stress Mine
One by one Trudging onwards Souless, goaless Encased in vulcanised rubber Protected against radioactive melt down Chemical disintegration Sneezes on this hive of workers Press, Press Press The button
Two by Two Thoughts flow Under the dim wattage State controlled home lighting Press, Press Stop Don’t press the button Would it make any difference to the One by one daily trudge
Three by Three The terror rises Stop Pressing The spinning top world Would stop.