Rectangle is a square landed
redoubled in effort
training in motion
trailing itself
caught up in a ridiculous self-tease;
a square of the utmost cared-for a priority
does not yet matter
but dropped
it starts to matter
at once more and less relatable
more and less stable –
rect-angles step out, tile down, the floor
intention and attention
writing and reading
square is before floor
rectangle on the floor
neither of which fully pictures the other
neither of which fully opens
or closes
the door of their exchange
the door
upright rectangle, ajar
a draft –
of the elements,
the most aware
of the slim enough –
to slip through:
squares to rectangles made
and rectangles cutting up squares
in ex-change
intention to attention to intention to attention
squares to rectangles to squares to rectangles
all of which some of themselves and some of the other
how very triangular
even to the point of being able to throw into doubt a distinction
and the upmost angle of cowardly triangulation
again, the door
not fully open
nor properly closed
unsquarable, rect-agle upstanding waiting for a meeting
un-started so un-finished
possibility
that one day it will happen
so, “ajar” is the possibility
of possibility
that is,
the seeping draft –
the back and forth momentum
of squares spilling rectangles
rectangles chopping squares
neither fully themselves
neither properly the other –
describes a movement caught in the action of its own possibility
recounting itself to itself as it happens
that is,
spilling
chopping
there is no lock
but locked into an uncertain transition
how very circular
and yet square
and rectangular
and triangular, too;
the light that glows between the door and its frame
like the draft
and the exchange
also seams
seemingly
with a motivated quality
the fundamental square root of all this (the) un-met.