The truth that was
but couldn't be afar
behind the closed door
locked away forever.
Opens through in full circle,
the infinite touches on the finite:
Finity gains the ground to infinity.
Paradise kissed the earth,
pyramidon drops bouncing down
around the pyramid in reverse.
It’s on a golden spiral run
round the mundane and divine.
Only to find the intersection is locked,
not above, nor below, but in the numbers
heading to the exponential circular zero.
That too towards the origin sways,
because it’s in the human, lies the pi.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
The truth that was
but couldn't be afar
behind the closed door
locked away forever.
Opens through in full circle,
the infinite touches on the finite:
Finity gains the ground to infinity.
Paradise kissed the earth,
pyramidon drops bouncing down
around the pyramid in reverse.
It’s on a golden spiral run
round the mundane and divine.
Only to find the intersection is locked,
not above, nor below, but in the numbers
heading to the exponential circular zero.
That too towards the origin sways,
because it’s in the human, lies the pi.