Metaphysics
Pleasure is pain
When touch sparks gain
Pain prompts pleasure
In fake measure
Think upon thoughts
In shady plots
Thoughts that you think
Slip on vain brink
Pure physics tells
Space and time gel
Tell physics then
As form grows when
Truth is a face
When time knows grace
A face greets truth
Feel grace fund proof
Time and space mesh
A funny flash
Mesh space and time
In cosmic rhyme
Sense ample spheres
Abrupt right here
Spheres beyond sense
Transfix odd tense
Old makes new how
How circles now
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2017
Singapore
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