A Suzette Swan Arc poem. See my article: Klein’s Vase Verse – A New Poetic Form, dated 5/5/2025.
. No Way Out A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes— I’m drifting, looking for the red exit sign. My desire for freedom waning like the moon reflected in hues of blue on the glass of a Klein bottle: A line begins, yet never ends, curling inward, outward. The terrarium of my life shelved between the dust motes of indifference— dancing ill-conceived clichés in soporific sunbeams— it’s a mere curiosity … Words chocked back, thoughts lost in the labyrinth …
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