oh how you try to walk the square, the rectangle, an isosceles...looking for corners to rest in, hide in, walls that close you in their deep folds. you trust flat surfaces to gently support the flat of your back, the soles of your shoes, your hands as you hold yourself up...
but there are no folds, you're under the perpetual bright light...you look behind you and it's open space...filled with things corners can't hide you from, things you get ahead of, then find yourself behind...when does this wheel stop rolling, when's it time to get off??