Topical Geometry

Just this. One pennisula shy. Water all around. No swimming.

Just truth. Dilating pupils. I can see everything and nothing.

They have no taste left. Those memories so chewed. Dead meat caught between my teeth. Every drop of blood long gone from.

I want them to be raw again. The red pouring from my teeth as I bite down upon.

It won't be. Ever.

But there's nothing I can do. Short of turning time back. And if Einstein couldn't do it, what chance have I?

Just listen to the sound as epiphany foretells. Overtures from the past flap their wings And a hurricane is born in the elsewhere.

We're still new, but not new enough to go back in time.

We follow the path of those twisting strings. As they knot.

They make their ties, but we can always undo them.