Bathtub gin and Archimedes screws

We deduct from the equations, strategies and situations and a
vacancy arises in the house of few surprises,
you apply.

don’t know why I never thought before to turn the handle on each door instead of ripping hinges off the walls,
but we learn or burn from our mistakes,
for some it takes a bit more time,
two drops of lime to sting our eyes

in the corner someone cries
it’s another
seeker hiding from the thoughts he
should have had before,
one more handle on the door
one time more and each equation ritualises
the prayers we send
science despises what it cannot
in the end it all means
exactly what attracts me to
the light that shines
the two more limes
the many times
times to come.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.