Archive for July 9th, 2015

I am not one.
I am many.
I am thousands
And thousands
Of boxes
Cubes, angles, facets,
Each a tiny
Of the whole.
Each corner
So small that the
Total appears smooth.
And I am
A circle.
You might grope
Amongst my pieces
Like a woman blind
To what is before you
But I am also a vortex —
The eye of a hurricane
The calm within
The storm.
Caution, blind one,
The storm is violent
As the eye calm.
I am a line.
With no answers,
Reasons, or solutions,
Only a direction.
I am a problem
That remains unfinished,
A sum
That remains
    —    kmab
On This Day In:
2014 What We Can
2013 Mostly Unsound
2012 Malcontent
2011 What Have You Seen Lately?
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