This is one of a few different poems I wrote with this title. Minimax is a concept in game theory that involves a lot of math. This poem was meant to be my turn in a game of trying to get you to see something clearly.
Minimax (1/23)
The avenue is a force line - a heavy vision
pushing its way down Manhattan to the sea
From here the street vanishes in a fuss of heat
and gloss - the road floats
It is a black strip of magic - ramp
The coming car tide - asphalt becomes air
The avenue is a steady climb - there
in your room you can see it up the walls
Now tell me what I see
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