Well With No BottomWell With No BottomWell With No Bottom
Throw stones in a well with no bottom Make a cold marble wall with your shoulders Keep all of the sheets to yourself You never get those stones back
You may not touch the timid Keep an eye on the (eye on the) clock Be naked as you've ever been You may not touch the lively
Ask then feel guilty for asking Drink up from a cup with no drink Beware the two half-lidded eyes Pretend that you're glad at the answer
Flesh is just flesh, but your shoulders are walls Drink stones while the clock watches on (wat
CountingCountingCounting
There's no single part to consider, Not any one thing,
But all of it, all of it, beads on a string
Count them slipping through semesters.
Pressed dry like flowers, stacked like blocks In a grubby pre-school playhouse, numbered one to four Five, six now, only forty-seven more.
Like a doll I drag through dust It's a prattling rhyme
I won't shut up about it, and I add to it all the time
One to give you Pandora's box With a smile and a kiss and a key Two to wake you up again So you'll be prepared for Three
OwenFibonacci Sequence: ÖwenOwen
Liquid
Crystal
Display piece.
His exhausted ledger
His cinnamon tea ice sculpture
Dear director spending three hours on building a way to shut in dark.
He dreams up his boxes to stack them in rows, to track them, traverse them, pine resin he’s proud of, cloying.
First Entry, ZOMG!
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RAH RAH RAH
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"Come...dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly."-Dr. Manhattan
haha, thanks xD
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Beauty in the Mathiverse is, of course, an acquired taste.
--Flatterland by Ian Stewart
My POVRay works, past present and future, are dedicated to Peter Murray. Rest in peace, dear h'rasht.
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Battlecruiser Operational
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