The Invention of Radii

Six paces away is

A seventh pace, and the

Simulacrum is one,

Four, nine simulacra.

Circles are infinite

Masses of real straight lines.

Join them together.  You

Will find such great numbers

That aren’t divisible,

That aren’t familiar,

That are not even real.

The poem is a dot;

Dots are just small circles

Compassing life’s ambits,

A pace in the line toward

New simulacra and

Back again in half-fixed

Numbers like one, two, three

Though strong as supple nodes,

Soon they won’t quite satisfy.

Seth is a junior majoring in political science and dramatic literature. Seth believes: the Stoic philosophers, in perfection through progress, and that Gabriel Garcia Marquez is very over-rated.  Seth does not believe: in self-defense, New Historicists, fighting them abroad will keep them from attacking us at home, or in the proposed 4 by 4 system. Seth is unsure of most things, though, and likes it that way.