Balance Is Stitching Like Cosine Curves

reunite self interest
with all interest.

earth is singular,
we are cells
devouring.

like cancer sickens
itself to death,
we seek empty weights.

do not lift,
feel our thread.

trace its lines
sewn with needles
through all white ends.

balance is stitching
like cosine curves.

exponential internal
universal eternity
supports our souls.

ourselves only own
one set of senses.

seek passed
momentary consciousness,
see our energy infinite in empty space.

Reviews

[Dan Bullock]

Intriguing stuff, I actually wanted more! To further unfold! :p

[Hisou_Tenshi]

This goes along with what we've been talking about right? I like the way you worded your poem. Complex and yet simple. Thoughtful and yet without thought. You write well.

[Hedra Helix]

Ohhh yea! The economy and intensity playing hand in hand. Bad a*s style.

"exponential internal
universal eternity
supports our souls."

yes indeed. ;)