t h e l o n g e s t d a y
the shortest day
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t h e l o n g e s t d a y the shortest day |
We are rounded and well versed
marginally incomplete - a sweet
inequality.
The seeing and the blind,
who leads who
on this day of dancing
proportions - feeding
your malignant penumbra -
so mute -
and my aura,
my gaze?
Orbed sun revealing - more or less -
As we stare revelling - more or less -
at this fluid fixity.
Mathematical precision -
embrace the light of my limits
and the torpor of your horizons.
copyright © the author, 2000
