a holy ode to fits of 8A Poem by mamewhiti fight number fits, i like 8 bits is a byte. digital infinity, a saros octave of serenity. eighter from decatur, a dead man's hand, a super 8 thrill. riding a sleipnir pulling an eight spoke wheel. the atomic number for life giving oxygen. a tooth of wisdom in an orb of octagonal consciousness. the lonely positive in Fibonacci's best pieces of eight quaver in a game of chess. horizontal ribbon transcends the lemniscate an eternity in a tangled ouroboros 8 waits. © 2012 mamewhit |
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Added on September 12, 2012 Last Updated on September 12, 2012 AuthormamewhitAbouta force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist psychonaut, epistemologist. ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction. a global writer with southern roots. more..Writing
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