a large magenta shape
with four very sharp corners
is moving very slowly
inside a green square.

and it seems that at least
three of its corners
touch the edge of the square
and that something
very mysterious is happening
to the fourth corner
outside the square.

if i tried to figure out
what happens with the fourth square
but i keep losing focus
and start daydreaming.

i know exactly
what my life mission is:
it is to save billions of people
from stupidity.
i just did not figure out
how to do it… yet.

it is impossible
to write a perfect poem
because poems use language
and language is always
fucked up and wrong
and it is up to the reader
to figure them out