To strawberry patch to room,
For the novel never mentions stairs,
Freezes
Of ink and paper
Utopia of a sort: no
But, at best,
Measures
Queue
Do not bark,
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
see how friezes
of ink and paper make
a Utopia of a sort: no
depth, but, at best,
measures of 2D time.
While in queue,
do not bark.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezesv
of ink and paper form
a flat Utopia:
at best,
bars of 2D time.
Wait your turn in queue,
and do not bark.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat utopia:
at most,
bars of linear time.
Wait your turn.
No barking.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat dystopia:
barred
time.
Wait your turn.
No barking.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat dystopia:
synchronic
diachrony.
Just a minute.
Quiet please.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat dystopia:
synchronic
change.
Just a minute.
Quiet please.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat dystopia:
synchronic
change.
Just a minute.
Quiet please.
To strawberry patch to room,
down the stairs the novel never mentions,
you’ll see how friezes
of wallpaper form
a flat dystopia:
synchronic
change.
Just a minute.
Please quiet.