It’s not coming.
How can I say that?
It’s gone.
It’s always been that way,
Up close or far it hasn’t.
Mid-point’s next to nothing.
What angle’s not so?
As it moves out
more is included.
Give me an instrument
that bends but never closes.
It’s another Spring!
When it comes to macros and micros
you’ll find a way to stay put:
Hold your breath.
Some day an instrument
will put infinity to an end.
God in a straight jacket won’t bend.
Proofs will fade out in extensions.
Morality based on whens.
Borrow from tomorrow
It’s past your bedtime.
Find a common link.
Blink and be gone.
What can be wrong?
Just overlooked.
It’s piling up
in the rough.
You can always add more
but never take away more than you had.
That’s the law of fiction not numbers.
I bring you up.
From where?
Forever now.
I hold no position
All over
The wonder is everywhere I concentrate.
The more is you.
Spread out and accept.
Name the object or begone Satan!
Do I deny my origins?
Hell no!
Along the way I’m being constantly interrupted.
So much for speech.
I hesitate to embrace you.
The next time I see I won’t be with you.
Impossible!
Break Break Break. Keep breaking down.
Hello dearest one.
How am I to act?
Don’t.
We’re all ours!