I have an image in mind which I don't actually, entirely feel this poem addresses/ illustrates. The image is rhombuses, overlapping and sort of cascading.
Another, similar image are the Penrose Stairs (Thanks SMO...), which, upon putting the name to the recollection, I duly wiki'd. That was where I harvested much of the terminology; Impossible Object, conflicting proportions, etc.
The title and last line come from The End by The Doors, one of the bestest songs ever. Some content comes from Simple Twist of Fate by Dylan.
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Elaborate Plans
At once descending and rising
a spark tingle to the bones
an Impossible Object
neon burning bright
mere two-dimensional depiction
light busting through
conflicting proportions
the visual paradox
conical future, naturally expanding
mathematically beautiful
infinite and promising
so limitless and free.
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