The Experiment That Wore a Suit (Buckminster Fuller)

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[Verse 1]
At thirty-two you stood at the edge of Lake Michigan
in the dark, bankrupt, your daughter dead,
and decided that drowning
was a solvable problem
but solving it would require data
you didn't yet have
So you did not jump —
you turned your entire remaining life
into a controlled experiment
in what one person could accomplish
if they stopped asking for permission
and started asking for triangles
The prefrontal cortex reorganized itself
around that decision like a city
rezoning after a flood

[Verse 2]
You slept two hours at a time
in six evenly spaced naps —
Dymaxion sleep, you called it,
as if the circadian rhythm
were a design flaw you could patch
The hypothalamus disagreed
but you overruled it for two years
on the theory that efficiency
is a form of compassion
and wasted time is wasted shelter
for someone who doesn't have any yet
You weighed ninety-three pounds more than you wanted to
and wore three watches set to different time zones
and spoke in sentences so long
that stenographers wept

[Chorus]
The geodesic dome —
you saw that the sphere encloses the most volume
with the least material
and the triangle distributes force
the way the thalamus distributes signal:
every node carrying exactly its share
no hierarchy, no column, no king post
You built the first one from venetian blind slats
and it collapsed
You built the second one and it held
and then you built four hundred thousand more
and housing stopped being a problem
you couldn't geometry your way through

[Verse 3]
The Dymaxion map unfolded the globe
without splitting any continent —
you laid the whole planet flat
and it looked like an island
surrounded by one ocean
which is the most accurate thing
anyone has ever done to a map
and also the loneliest:
one island, one ocean,
one species that keeps drawing lines on it
and calling the lines real

[Bridge]
You talked for hours without stopping —
the audience couldn't leave, the syllables
wouldn't let them, each clause
nesting inside the next like geodesics
until the sentence itself
was a structure that could bear weight
You called yourself Guinea Pig B —
the B was for Bucky, the guinea pig was sincere —
a man using his own lifespan
as construction material
the way you'd use aluminum or spruce

[Outro]
You died holding your wife's hand
in the hospital — she died thirty-six hours later
as if the tensegrity between you
had been load-bearing all along
and when one cable released
the other had no geometry left to hold
The drawer where they keep your domes
is shaped like a triangle
and it holds more than anything
its size suggests it should —
which is of course the point,
which was always the point