Imagine the bird of time
the sun is on the fly
shining the quantum of time.
From the bottom
the Planck length in the east
flying round the clock to the west.
Half way through
it could be at the twilight
but it sings a swan song.
Nothing is a perfectly round stock
not even the sun’s clock.
Around the two fine points
in the circumference of a circle
no length is a set fixed
minimal Planck length.
Always be an irrational gap
breeding anew pi decimals
never the same nor ever ends.
Always new, a little more,
an uncharted ****** mole!
