comes new, comes slim
dwindled causes
painted a thousand roads to fragments
Memories to be
tall and toeless
dancing off the beats
now they pose
for the next movement
There are no connections
other than the repeats
There are no repeats
there is no after after
as there is no before before
The grave is for flowers
the name will be watching
the name has been
Were you asked at the beginning
would you remember the last?
The last
metamorphosis
1-27-2016 Boca
Thoughts emerged when reading Catastrophe Theory (Vladimir I. Arnold).
Thoughts about the geometry of death.
