Core relations

at occasions

cause vibrations,

build equations.


Our lips that speak

of hearing ears

ignite hot sparks—

fire loves, drench fears.


Forgive us, God

our ugh, our laud

at life we prod

in numbers odd.


Of what then is

your family?

Cold universe?

Or full-grown tree?


WHY? What about all the letter o appearances in this poem? Think of them as concentric circles, misplaced. They are not really circles–they are Möbius bands. They are cycling energy into this poem that expands with each new reader. Enjoy!

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