Untidy geometry

It’s called bending. Like greasy lawyers bend truth. Like bending shafts of hallowed sunlight filter through cathedral window panes.
It’s called folding.
The folding our forefather’s blood soaked flag.
It’s called curling .Curling like our dazed naked lovers in the weak hours under an orchid sky.
It’s called spinning.
Our spinning worldview. With spin doctors on vodka head rush.
It’s called arching.
Arching like transcendental rainbows or wallowing suicide bridges.
It’s called curving.
The curving of truth between unhappy spouses due to the curving trajectories of their lives.
And finally it’s called straightening. The stern straightening of men at the hands of death.
Such is our silent collective geometry . So have I observed.
Akash Sinha