Orbs of Multiplication

Orbs of Multiplication Villanelle They spin in stillness, glowing without sound A rhythm bred from ancient breath and light The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found From void to voice, their pulses wheel around Invisible, yet birthing second sight They spin in stillness, glowing without sound No measure binds the math that keeps them bound They bloom between what’s wrong and what feels right The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found In spiral logic, silence is profound And wisdom burns in geometric flight They spin in stillness, glowing without sound Beyond all form, where sacred laws confound They multiply in luminous delight The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found Now write this truth in symbol, curve, and sound A dream ignites in crystalline midnight They spin in stillness, glowing without sound The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found