A corner of a ceiling:
could be in any squarishbuilding anywhere on Earth.
Three lines intersect, dissolve
into a point. Maybe where you
are now, you find a corner to see.
Seeing, you might get transfixed,
the familiar becoming strange.
Shade versus light. Axioms
versus wood, plaster, stone,
paint,,,, Or: just that thing
which staring or even
imaginging in darkness
can do: hold your mind, bind
it; tug, coax, seduce it. Staring,
sight becomes the fourth line.
hans ostrom 2025
