Studying math and sinking, curling myself against the ink
but where my feet had touched fragile ellipse.
at the back of my mind. In the disappearing
in the right mood making shivers down
on loose leaf, I was put face to face with emptiness.
I whirled in days, matrices in the library, smelling the fresh
the flight patterns of birds, discovering that a flock
sparrow heading into sunset. Wan light
and concrete nicked the angular city. I was obsessed
wander into brushstrokes, where delicate artistry made me
of the gap from book to sparrow, algebra to art, from color