we can arrive at the same point
by going in two opposite directions,
eventually.

it was the same path to me,
and a different one to you.
this is all from a dialectical standpoint.
i have a proof,

non-arithmetical.

but it looks like stalagmites

and

stalactites on a piece of graph paper
pasted to a sketch pad.

this helmet has no straps
with which it can be secured,
and all things considered, my head
is all that i have left.
this was my mind until
you showed me

that it’s full of spatial fact.