I am the base,
the incircle,
and the perfect
circumscription
of Pythagoras'
triangle.
Rotating and swelling,
budding and unfolding
leaflets of
omnidirectional dimensions
in symmetrical fashion
as I magnetize my back
to every wall
of this mirrored cube.
Moving,
proliferous,
mushrooming
into infinitely brief
microseconds
of omnipresence
that blip, alternative,
with mini-moments
of staggering absence.
Absolutely everything
diffusing
into the endlessly
entropic
nothing.
Solidifying
a static chaos
into a geometric order
upon which all logic
and creativity
melts
with circular gravity
and centrifugal subtlety.
A vitalized
recurring loop
of matter and mind;
a spectral spray
of graffiti,
chasing a whitewash
that is cleansing
the debris of every moment, forevermore.
