Aire Kingdom

The way stretches forward, the infinity path Every shape well defined, by the certainty of math Great ferns surround, curved in huge Fibonacci arcs While trees, gods of forest, are discontinuities in bark The air is still and it's gentle touch oddly cool And a visiting writer would lie about a pool And a nymph. Or a vast Aire kingdom on high: Beauty's present as the trees, though concealed from the sky I followed her here, for where else would she dwell Not hidden away in some black and white cell The most perfect line, shaping me and my soul Once my love now my breath, my quest takes a great toll This cool jungle is our home as I try to define her: I'm a textbook on the harm of obsession's spur.