Flicker

I rapp my feet

Curled toes into gravel

Floorboards trounce

Tapping down on gavel

Sway a mile in militudes

The glow from in the backroom

Seeks vesperation,

From the shapes of space that math used.

I chased a crooked branch

my eyes crawled up to stars

I watch the movement bending

In the times of an airid March

I leer t'wart a sea of digits

Not knowing how to problem solve

Bending shapes in flicker lens

Putting them back into figure spots.