The Roman Grid

Riding on a Big Ball of Dirt

Floating in outerspace while

Flying at 100 of miles per second

We are Earthlings

And everything is Earthling

 Trees are Earthlings with shared ancestry

And Earthworms, and Earth babies

 A Jerusalem cricket may not know Algebra

But Algebra is a very Earthling thought

Comic books are Earthling entertainment

Sunday brunch is so very Earthling

Earthlings are boxmakers

They like their rusty cage

And put boxes inside of boxes to sit on

So they can watch television rectangles

Hung on bigger rectangles inside of boxes

With box-like blocks where they park boxes

And mail comes and they put that in a post box

To be filed in bigger boxes like filing Box

Even their mail is printed on rectangles

that they slide into slightly bigger rectangles

And slap postage rectangles on the mail to send

 

Even math comes in a box

Trigonometry squares the circle

We don't have to look far for deCarte`

Even art they put in a box, and slap square labels on it

Then Shipp it to a gallery Box so people can drink box wine

And claim we're geniuses for composition using 1/3s of a box frame

And our frames are boxes to protect and enhance

While framed lenses on our heads provide details

While square floors and walls hang squared Art Work

Which is considered a square living

As in you can do anything you want

But not everything helps

 

History repeats itself

And our squares are self-similar

If Pandora Had a Box, it was a music box

And the sinful music of a good time

Was programmed in the shape of our boxes

For it must have spread by the four furies

To our four corners Spreading box templates

As was programmed into her music box

Infecting our Mind with Platonic Geometry of Box-like Solids

Where does time go when it escapes my Box life like? Where?