#217 architects of invisible maths

it’s all a lie we pretend we can do without that we’d give it up in an instant trading it for what we build from the ground up every night under the moon and the blanket dreaming it into a temporary non reality that we walk out of somewhere between waking and water for the coffee a smile erased by the first person to break the silence of the day already having theirs vanish moments before like everyone else every day we desperately wait for the blankets and darkness so once again architects of invisible maths and abstraction we can rebuild ourselves anew to be dropped in a world where possibilities like starlight echoing across raindrops in the night pines are endless bhagiti 11.23.07 perrysburg, oh