Every atom is lenient towards the human being streaming up from the deep root they spur laying down the perfect descending of the stars.
They can take on the stellar in their deep club that shows up opening the windows up in the sky and down on to the earth cast their eyes!
The slim fit sharp atom knows all the shortcuts constantly vibrating not a single star can catch nor will it ever thin out – it has the extraordinary stroke of luck. But the eyes are on the humans not over the amber. Dreaming to be physically absorbed within the human being to be in the human’s divine proportion ever transcendental a far cry from the sun and the moon but with it both gel together!
Once they came so close almost touched the dream they rose to the occasion, squaring the circle, laser scanning through, as above so below, so humble. Submitted them without waxing lyrical took the brush off the colour bowl of the day then blindfolding the moon in the night reached out to the paragon of the phi mania, flawlessly made to measure, numerically perfect Fathima!
Presented themselves before her as pure blank whereon she can jot like her chalkboard or do as she please like she could show up taking it as her shadow in shillauete, she exactly did that. Touched down on the earth, in the veil and revealed her as above so below. The ocean moved stirred the water but none saw the sunshine behind the full moon in bloom that steals the starry night.
Day in day out Fathima did all in a veil she lived and gone. Keeping the atom on its toe ever honing tracing the footprint in its own shadow as once a human being without a mark crept in it lived in pi magic and leaped out!