The geometry of evening

Walking tonight under the yellow globes of sodium street-lamps sends our shadows careening over the regular up-up-across-across of the drab red and pale grey underfeet to ever-shifting intersections before and behind and beside in the autumn-falling grasses which themselves hum in the breeze and in their subtle dark-net ensnare the earth. Though our seven selves are pavement-echoed fifteen-twenty-eighteen-nine-twelvefold in alien mercurialisms which outswifting escape, the ungoverned dynamics of our catastrophe uniquely yield one stable solution, and our steps fall into phase with the almost-cadent ambient chirrup of of a frog on high bricks.

9 July 2007
[edit: 11 July 2007]