Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred fifty four

the world has come to its
peace, the revolution put
to a halt, sudden and indulging,
as i gaze at you in awe,

how tangents and exponents
have gathered to create
a perfect shape, a perfect
symmetry, a truth that

cannot be questioned, an answer
to be sought, a prayer to be
uttered and a destiny to be

fulfilled - all seconds to be
hailed immutable and insufferable,
all moments to be offered to you.

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