"My fingers resemble the used stubs of a leadless pencil.
Used them to write ‘animus’ in concentric circles.
My tongue tied my opinions to a sector in the demographic chart.
I am reduced to a circle, my radius is my agenda, my angle is narrow.
Only 2 pi over 17 of my cones work.
I am complex, so my angle is my argument.
My magnitude is one, disappearing when you sum my sins and my causes.
I have parts that are real and parts that are imaginary.
i don’t mean anything in the real world.”
- My Inverted Vision