Air (from Technopoetry)
The force is circular and indirect
It draws roundness in a room and
sculpts passages that are botched countlessly
The failures generate
a hyperbolic vision
The force used to be an asymmetric lineage
that ran through one-way streets
Crossings did not exist
One would not run into any other
We only inhaled
All we did was listen to
what the wind told us
Symmetry is not exactly our desire
nor is another lineage
We claim an asymmetric roundness
that embraces and encounters many
The room is filled with
infinitely refracted lights
Now we are at the crossing of crossings
We finally allow the atmosphere to form and
let it speak
The speed is unmeasurable
because the move is unpredictable
Timid like a worm
Time spanning like a rubber
We exhale and
no longer count
#rrose #sexes #asymmetry