A single measured radius with a fixed end
Imputed through infinite vectors and time

Sphere is perfect and cannot be impugned
For the hollowness no one sees anyway

One uninhabited surface among companions
It secures a place because it spans the brane,

With an imaginary dissection of quadrants, sections
Withheld by request, the space defined, by me

One will not be unique inside the big Physics
Leave him and come with me for the weekend

I have a bigger dichotomy, you will do things you
Would not normally do with your husbandular unit

So you will create neat evasions and hide your works
Your worlds static for the moment, you are not sure which

Is real or true;  the spheres never quite touch each other,
A forced immunity through repulsion, revulsion

Remember, I calculated the ellipses in the beginning
That part of the sphere which intersects the plane

a surprising two-dimensional curve appears, paper thin
expected, but not right, it crumples into a ball of waste.