The title of this poem is Deferred

In the old math

of Base Lumber

 

the square root

of a two-by-four

 

is two-by-twos

of sawn timber

 

dredged up

from a flood-

 

plain nee wood-

headed vector

 

following a tangent

only up

 

to a point

on a curved

 

surface that

for all the world

 

appears flat.

Now the dispensation

 

of carbon-based

attachments to

 

intelligent

holograms

 

disabuses

future extinctions

 

of a specious

nom de plume

 

underwriting

henceforth

 

left-handedness

tilts to

 

asymmetry

browns out-blue

 

skies blue

as the blue-

 

eyed earth

watches God-

 

black holes

wink at palimpsests.