Hypergeometric

Impossible angles don’t belong in the body of a thing

…

Whatever it was, looking,

as it did, like an over-angular dinosaur

or a hypergeometric alien—

an interloper from a

dimension composed

entirely of corners—

it was dead.

…

The four-wheel-drive’s spotlight transfixed the

creature sprawled on the shattered earth and

yet, somehow, it carried in its stillness a buzzing

restlessness, as though death itself were just a state,

like sleep, that it could rouse from, or an

intrusion that would flee from,

but always be caught by,

those talons that,

just now

…

twitched.

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