The Golden Spiral of Our Last Sunset
I stand at the edge of a concrete staircase that is not
Fractal Eye
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
The Vanilla Singularity in a Gingham Grid
I hold this cone not as a treat, but as an anchor
The Infinite Pulse Between Your Breath and Mine
I stand against this wall, but I am not merely standing; I
The Crimson Spiral of a Summer Noon
I hold this slice of watermelon, but I am not merely eating
The Infinite Orbit of a Single Bite
I hold this dango between my fingers like I am balancing the
The Geometry of a Single Smile
I am sitting on this tatami mat, and as I look at
