Fingers cold and skin a-shiver
Nights like these bring days like those
Days when all the points are falling
When our verses slump to prose
Nights like these bring days like those
Visions of diverging dawn
Warmth upon a latent shoulder
Dew in cubes upon the lawn
Visions of diverging dawn
Strangers move in spheres and lines
Regal perpendiculars
Irradiate our simple shrines
Strangers move in spheres and lines
They meet in strange geometry
Curt inflection, intersecting
Problems solved in repartee