Penrose woke up to find the world pixilated into boxes that intersect with one another.
An overlapping occurs at each
one infallible plan
that ultimately sways between spatial ways of communicating about unending ouroburos
focused just ahead. Well, keep going.
The indivisible is coming up in candy colors while hidden beneath both rats and streets.
Just take the hammer with.
The physical and mental are neither. Paradigmatic ice cream cones argue vanilla, but
clearly opinion spoils
under so much pressure and after hours in an unbound sun shaking the atmosphere by his
shoulders.
Centuries are pieces that chase down the scent of
one infallible plan
as it smells
one infallible plan.
One infallible plan
falls into the
imagination of potential.