The Infinite Ripple in Your Palm
I close my eyes, but I see the universe unfolding beneath me.
Fractal Eye
The Recursion of a Single Drop
I am suspended in a blue infinity, where the water does not
The Eternal Recursion of Your Gaze
I am leaning against the window of a train that never truly
The Eternal Recurrence of a Sunlight Smile
I am holding a single strand of my hair between two fingers,
The Golden Aperture of Eternal Return
I press my eye against the viewfinder and suddenly, Tokyo is no
The Golden Spiral of Our Last Sunset
I stand at the edge of a concrete staircase that is not
The Concrete Pulse of a Thousand Suns
I press my palms against the cold concrete, and suddenly I am
The Eternal Recurrence of a Single Touch
I stand on this balcony where the city dissolves into a grey
The Melting Geometry of Us
I watch the cream-colored popsicle dissolve against my tongue, and in every
The Gingham Singularity: A Morning in Perpetual Return
I stretch toward the ceiling, and in that single extension of my
The Silver Loop of a Neon Heartbeat
I stand at the center of an alleyway that is not just
The Recursive Pulse of a Pink Gingham Heartbeat
I stand at the intersection of Akihabara, but my mind is descending
