my index finger meets the intersection of three planes
trace the edge as i would trace your spine
slip my hands around cool leaden sides
hugging the grey solid secure
collapse the third dimension
fall trapped inside the square
explore horizons with flat fingers
fold the second dimension
balance along the grey line
until it turns
widens
curves into white
ceramic lip around my coffee
i slip
and pause to choose to fall
inside -- kersplash --
or out into the all
choose both
refuse either/or
and drink deeply
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