Shit.

I feel it coming back again.

Running out

Of reasons to resist…

Cascades

Of geometric poetry,

For eons long-

Beyond the Dawn,

They don’t even know

We still exist.

You are my fascination.

You move me.

I can’t give you up.

I don’t want to believe

That it took so little for me

To drop to my most…

To rise to my most primal self,

And possess this body.

This body whose main function

Is to carry this

Verdant soul

Around every loop,

Over every edge,

Into the core…

Where I will meet you.