Now hips, a black hole to surround
no Riemann metric has yet traced
an old, a new decision is now made
a bow is drawn
a good one, as of yet
no fragmented escutcheon
from the old master's whirring feet
a pair of compasses would never
traverse the geodesic so
a “hi”, a “no”, a saddest look, relieved of possibility
Now have I fucking traumatized the bird‽