This poem is inspired by my love for the hypercube and the recent discussions i been having with penpals on the Slowly app.
Hypercube Etiquette
Author: Anomarilius
1
A black hole smiled with a lawyer’s grace,
Then bent the clocks all out of place.
It ate the light with polished pride,
As if good manners softened the tide.
2
A hypercube unfolded near,
Like maths had drunk too much on fear.
It flashed six faces, then eight, then more,
And misplaced Euclid on the floor.
3
The scholars said, with solemn breath,
“This proves the geometry of death.”
I laughed and said, “How very grand.
Even doom now comes precisely planned.”
4
The stars grew thin, the void grew fat,
Time lost its shoes and after that
Causality, with tired eyes,
Filed for leave and told small lies.
Bridge
For what is thought but folded night,
A box of shadows dressed as light?
5
Thus at the brink I made my note:
A black hole is a clever throat.
The hypercube, that smug old blight,
Makes nonsense look almost polite.
The Anomalous Press 