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Triangles tend to squares
tend to circles tend to
reasoning tends to forces
which tend to tending itself.
The law of attraction is attraction
to law which tends to the resolution
of perpendicular forces.
From great circles, arcs vanish
because angles vanish together.
Equal be taken for equal and
things supposed will be.
The Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy(1846)
Issac Newton
(Book I, Section XII, Proposition LXXI, Theorem XXXI)
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The park is nothing but a mass grave
for the plant kingdom when unravels the night.
Winter's spectral feet whisper like a knave.
The flowers they did not save.
A cloud barrier and light.
The park is a mass grave.
Every bough exposed, prepared to slave
many months carrying clumps of white.
Winter's footsteps whisper like a knave.
Mother's light diminishes like a hollow ocean wave
grass letting go of green sight.
The park is a mass grave.
An old eucalyptus looked upon the ground and forgave
the clouds who stole the sun and bound him in blight.
Winter's gait whispers like a knave.
Light charged with icicle breath and the sky steeped in iron, let's be brave
before gravity's chants begins and the ground turns. The truth will bite.
The park is a mass grave and winter's stride whispered like a knave.
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Frenzy
In a silent awe
sat a man, hands untied,
Under an abyssal spell of
Electro-convulsive paroxysms
But hidden from eyes of malice
Encased in lunacy,
A Rhythmic Peace
Frenzy
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seconds, minutes, hours
round the crystal centrifuge
through all hows and whys
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Fire lets there be light in the wintry ravines
that hide between mountains of nickel and iron.
Illuminated by spouts of trickling light,
you tickle my eyes and rinse my sight in delight.
Adamantine beauty shorn from the earth's belly.
Tempting fingers, enticing tongues.
I touch you for a second and you release
invisible frost that dances then dissolves
upon my palm from which a trillion tongues
emerge to taste your transfixed light.
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Deep in the spirit of its silver flare,
locked out of time- an engine of wind
with seven shapes begins to prepare.
Vibrating! A whirlwind has converged
into a single stream of wind energy.
Piercing the atmosphere without mercy
gently, like a rose pierces the earth.
Air becomes visible and humid, it is full
as the hands of time flex and relax
and clocks go to sleep.
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About to fold my sail, the eastwind from the north
came and swept my ship into a dusty bluff.
I howled like a steed fleeing without its missing leg,
plunged like gold coins into a salty well
into the great wheezing sea.
A delirium sunk me further until the sun
was but a wink and the wind a whisper.
I closed my eyes for the tides would surely
bring me once again to surface.
The winking sun became a heavenly stare
the winds a chorale and the tides a thousand hands
snapping me from a delirious stasis
I took a breath and inhaled the whole world and all the suns.
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