the shape of a birthday cake

creeps into one's mind





                                                                                      followed by

                                                               lattices of Pythagorean chaos



                        like seeing an excessive number of movies





                                                                    to strip down

                                  the physical confinement


                        of a baroque good taste





                                                                    to      look      (indirectly)

                                                              through the hole      of one's life