Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye
may we see each other
across the world again.
Zero brings everything together
in full circle.
We are all orbiting
Not moving forward
We move sideways
increasing in radius,
spiralling.
The pattern that we leave behind is not history
It is the recapitulation of a design,
The design of perfection in the imperfect mind.
The imperfect that is a part of the perfection.
That complete the perfection
in its imperfection.
