We leave these boxes of the mind
your circles and your triangles
Your matrices and graphs we find
as bankrupt as financials
Your spreadsheet mesh is shutting down
Your currencies are paper thin
Your boundaries are banished now
They vanished in a blink
Your sharp lapels are fading fast
The earth shook out your gridlines
Regard your buildings washing past
the lilting twisted pylons
Your chessboard mind recedes from view,
Your cubicles have crumpled
Your margins slipped away from you,
your lines of thought all jumbled
The sunlight’s warped your frame of mind
The stucco’s rent with wrinkles
Your cornerstones and paradigms
are sinking into shingle
Your numbers fail to match the count
You’ve lost the beat, your rhythm’s late
The infinite has looped you round
and tightens like a ratsnake
We leave you in your office blocks
We’re off to see the trees
Goodbye to your atomic clocks
and death to all geometry!
