A Numbered Internal
Two hundred and seventy, is it just a number? In thought^, to an actual hidden wonder, is it not only I whom ponders? Making it interesting let us drop it down by taking away the many that had been carried sixty four exactly.
Where did they go, what happened in-between¿ Is a type of pressuring grip applied, as hand holds hand, due° specs point leading where? Can it be yet maybe a start to coordinates, two hundred seventy degrees plus the sixty four at a negative degree, yet the starting point an earthly core plates shifted it began. What is it that I am missing, embedded between meaning, for I foster my being within me and the needle it points where it needs me.
Connecting, in which direction, the sixty four as points to thought, to clues as subtle as growth is; asking over and over again. What am I missing, such an equation stringed out in thought.
For what only wonders, behind the meaning two hundred seventy and taking for consideration the travel of air, with the remainding making sixty four an infusion point sense, and to the higher thinking question how do we end up with two hundred and six. Come, please take part in such a question, turn your answers within.
There is, this perfect system it lives living inside you, so profoundly in thought arose a question? At two hundred seventy it began into the shift at two hundred six, and the sixty four before they connected could very well be a natural anatomical variation leading and set in union.
There is an importance to the adding up of what makes you, numbers stranded in numbers.
Copyright © Amber Barnett | Year Posted 2025
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