Maidens

by ddavidd   Dec 22, 2019


She always dances
amid her skirt.

Horizons always varies
in the radius of her radiance
upon the furbelow of her coquettishness
where waves wrinkle the silence
where dance pleats every azimuth.

Between us
time and distance
are disturbance.
In zero the universe is complete
and angles are maiden.

In a second of non-existence
all the existences exist.

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This is written under assumption that zero is a complete circle and a complete circle it is a complete angle and because of the zero no angle at all.

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