La Geometrie. Poem by Michael Walker

A free-flowing journey of the imagination, which starts from a theorem in geometry, and ends 'at some point true and unproven'. All the house is gone from around her; the windows have become butterflies
and flown away, like the walls. The experience is surrealist, but still geometric at the beginning and end.
I think that geometry, with its points, lines and angles, is an accurate image of manmade structures in the world, though not of nature itself.Geometry does point the way to reality.