Time did stretch and yawn and break
Winding into endless slithers
Of nothing
The base unit of all

Turn and twist the mortal plane
One road loops
Falls back on itself… in itself…
Of itself

Containing all in perfect empty fullness

Posted: Thursday, June 6th, 2019 @ 1:13 am
Categories: Poems, Science and art.
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