Out of understanding
Unending reverberates
a center and a point
Two nascent triangles
sub dividing
Their way past sky
And void, away
from songs and shivers
Sheets that flowed as rivers
Where the timbre of being
Does not ache
In our heart
To a cold coda
Of check-ins and intentionally misplaced
Charm. There is no harm in a circle
and confusion is not a hurdle.
I welcome whatever
Will not gather.
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