I am not a sine curve;
I did not start this tumultuous journey
From the point of zero;
I was never nothingness.
I am an expression full of substitutions,
Filling in and filling up
And exploding off into every direction
Ever imagined.
I am every permutation
Of the atoms I consist of
And every combination
Of every star in the
Tiny slit of the universe
Visible to me.
I am infinite, brought into being
Because of the universe’s existence
As a Mobïus strip;
Whichever meandering path I have
Embarked on will eventually bring
Me back again.
I am what exists between 2 and 3,
Your average infinity which
Can be halved and halved
Forever.
I am comprised
Of everything;
I exist in twists
And turns
And tessellations,
Folding out
And out and
Out.
I am an asymptote;
Always extending,
Forever approaching,
Never reaching.
I wish I could live and love
In a symbiotic relationship,
But I need help to control
The amplitude of my emotions,
So I substitute the whims
Of being sixteen for therapy.
Candleships 