he's flown there again over six thousand miles
to bathe in dark spices and find his mind
and fade fast away despite all we could say
the result for those who won't follow his lead
is an argument over mount board
glue sticks and what time should we begin?
where boundaries are blurred
no problem is found, but four dimensions
separate fast. three plus one need each other
remember snot? coloured stuff for kids?
you pull a big blob with small hands
and it stretches and stretches and stretches and
pfft. pulled into two separate pieces. if he doesn't
look after himself better than this, if he finds
one day he can't return, then pfft. gone.
split. his stolid parents wonder what happened
to their sylph-like son and the rest of us
sit still, sharpen pencils, smooth down paper.