The Metaphor Cup Poetry Contest
3/31/2026
Sponsor: Christopher Delegans
An origin point without a coordinate, the invisible geometry of presence. Not an orb, but the spaciousness beneath, a hollow sphere containing every echo. Perception unfolding its own infinite map, where the observer dissolves into the observation. Neither the movement nor the sudden stillness, it is the empty interval between the frequencies. An untethered horizon swallowing the center, where the concept of a boundary simply collapses. The pure permeability of merely being, a mirror reflecting nothing but the silver.
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