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the air around me.
    His gestures still stir
    the air
    and I hear his voice upon my eardrums
    as though the truth had
    a human body;
    and his way of putting things
    in your face
    still makes me redden with embarrassment,
    with the guilt
    that I knowingly let
    the wonderful, unreal, unending earth
    become a sphere.
    Nothing will ever convince me he has died.

Field
    I believe the earth is flat,
    flat and thick as a plank,
    pierced by tree roots, hanging
    into the void, skull and shank,
    that the sun doesn’t rise in the same place
    and it’s not always the same sun,
    but smaller or bigger,
    altogether different, at random.
    I believe that when it’s cloudy
    nothing rises, and I fear the end
    of that long line of suns
    sliding out of hell toward Eden.
    Then I send out homing birds
    who scan the water with their eyes,
    who tell me where to steer
    the fields, to find another sunrise.

An Argument with Euclid
    Postulate
    One thing cannot occupy the same space
    at the same time as another .
    apocryphal citation from Euclid
    I.
    What about the soul and body?
    I fall asleep and let my head hang
    into the simultaneous world,
    removing the weight of my head
    from this world
    and burdening with its weight
    the simultaneous world.
    What do you mean, no?!
    Why not, why can’t they be
    at the same time, the same place
    two things?
    What about the soul and body?
    What about the helf and helvol?
    II.
    Ah, yes, I live in a space
    devoid of generosity.
    I live on a sphere, a sphere, a sphere,
    a sphere.
    If I lived on a square, a cube
    there’d be some type of plenty,
    but I live on a sphere, a sphere, a sphere,
    a sphere.
    Everything is based on economy.
    Maximum of content,
    minimum of form.
    Freedom is a form.
    Content is our own existence.
    Everything is based on economy;
    the earth is a sphere,
    the moon a sphere,
    the sun a sphere,
    the stars, sublime, are spheres.
    I live on a sphere, a sphere.
    The earth has mountains,
    the moon rings,
    the sun spots,
    the stars rays,
    but only for this world,
    mine,
    inside their illusion of freedom.
    III.
    A tree cannot be a tree.
    Vegetable vision would be too free.
    I don’t believe I have two hands and feet.
    Corporeal vision would be too free.
    Everything is based on economy.
    In the simultaneous world, my body
    is made of my body
    and a branch of a branch
    and passing time
    of the tramboleen of time.
    In the supersimultaneous world
    my body and my body
    make up my body.
    Everything in the same place, simultaneously.
    Like teeth that bite
    a fiber from one lone world
    meet the teeth that bite off
    a mouthful from another lone world
    that illuminates
    the tramboleen
    in a sphere, a sphere, a sphere.
    IV.
    Everything is based on economy.
    I can’t believe a leaf is just green.
    In the simultaneous world it is ahov
    and in the other simultaneous world it is sirip
    and in the other it is ep
    the other it is ip
    and in all the others it is as it is
    to gather, with all the others in one place,
    and give birth to a sphere.
    V.
    I cross the street.
    In the simultaneous world they knock down a wall.
    In the simultaneous world, the other one, they just conquered
    the tower of Malta,
    and in the other, other simultaneous world,
    a bomb just exploded.
    And in still another world
    other than the others,
    the ocean
    is quiet and windless,
    so when I cross the street
    and set my foot on things,
    in the other simultaneous world,
    like Jesus I walk on water.
    VI.
    I sleep on a bed in an attic,
    in the simultaneous world my bed
    is half in a wall
    half in an engine,
    and in the other world, simultaneous, it rains
    and mushrooms sprout under my sheet.
    In this world there is peace,
    in the simultaneous world there is war,
    in the other simultaneous world it is spring,
    and it is tramboleening
    in the other simultaneous world.
    VII.
    A,
    E,
    a sound for the mouth made of my mouth
    follows.
    And then the complement of A
    then anti-A
    so we can make a sphere, sphere,