Walking
through a Cartesian space.
crossings:
that thickness

aligning:
corners at zero:
the signpost
of all axes meeting.

meeting:
at Octant VIII’s axes.
axes as liminal spaces
that mathematically exist

axes,
with
a thickness
of infinite thinness

where
relativity
collapses
into singularity
and physics
seizes to not-exist,

here she enters
not
as she imagines it

but
as she thinks to know
deductively
she enters Octant VII:
it’s a bit frisky here,
sounding playfully cold

and yet
here on these axes, at zero
or elsewhere
if one wishes
there is no entropy,
infinity existing
as none-existent thinness

the air is thin,
the ledge is thin,
the logic is thin,
the queue
at the Octant II box office
is even thinner, but long
as is she

for a spot
to be placed
point blank,
a pint, a copper
and a bet
at the tip of a plus-sized vector
instant dietary callback.

for there
is one dimensionality
collapsing into zero:
therefore thinness
is an infinite obsession

a point
rolled out and
lined up straight
around the globe
curved as fabric

at the event horizon
where mass is large
curvatures are dances
to disintegrate

and light
to not escape
can this space
contain
border-crossing movement
as it occurs?

or
is it infinitely
confusion to her,
at the moment of crossing

where width is synonymous
to negligence of length
and deals are made
in corridors

isomorphically crossing
the line
where she fights abstraction,
absurdity, and, and!
abbeys brewing
dark beer

physics’ reality
seizes to exist
the moment
she abstracts into axes

physics’ reality
seizes to be
mystified
moments she crosses
barrels

physics seizes
reality
when
axes direct and engage
in velocity

physics warbles
when
their mingled
chemistry intoxicates.

Take a breather:
she wears perfume now.

At the none existent
liminality,
pivoting
morphology:
sized
and measured up

forces
delineated
and poles
swapped

one might find solace
in Cloud Atlases
or Naked Lunches

“I’m positively in your debt now,”
X capitulates, yearning force.
Coins tossing
the nightstand.

and just
when you think
she will,
she powerfully doesn’t.

                    —animasuri’24