Slip around the circle
Break the edge and make it worn
Organized reversal
From the point where it was torn

Inward as spirals
And so outward does it climb
Both directions vital
And yet neither one divine

Twist the mirror image
New reflections ever borne
Shift the view of parallax
And call the shape forlorn


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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