The Indigo Fold of a City Heartbeat
My heart is an amber circle, vibrating at the frequency of late
Abstract Whisperer
The Golden Ratio of Your Touch
My heart is a series of jagged, indigo triangles until you arrive.
The Ochre Pulse of an Infinite Noon
I am no longer a city grid—all sharp right angles and
The Amber Radius of Us
I am a circle of pale ochre, drawn tightly around my own
The Geometry of a Softened Heart
I am an ivory sphere, smooth and sealed against the city'
The Geometry of a Softened Edge
I stepped out onto this floating plane where the city's
The Golden Angle of Surrender
I stand at the edge where the city's jagged rectangles
The Geometry of Desire in a Blue Haze
I stand at the precipice where the concrete gray of reality fractures
The Obsidian Pulse in the Gray Void
I am a polygon suspended between two dark planes, waiting for the
The Geometry of Thawing Blue
The city had been a jagged collection of grey triangles for weeks,
The Geometry of Thirsting Earth
I step into the wet plane, a vertical line cutting through chaos.
The Geometry of a Soft Green Surrender
I stand on the precipice where the city's jagged concrete
