Day 7 of 7: Infinity.

Short poems, theme of love and self-care

Photo by Shavonne Yu on Unsplash

Look into your eyes,
Sip wine through the air.
An internal wave through words.
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Like the Sun,
Like the Ocean,
Like the Air,
Or like the planets coming together,
Melting into one.

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You talk of infinity like a head is spinning,
Poem for the rescue.
My hand ring is composed of near infinity, a number of atoms so large.
Within itself is a full constellation of stars. With space of water.
Infinity is what it is, because of its ever producing format.
For how many atoms can you find in the forest of a seed?
How many atoms of milk does a mother contain?
Ever producing format, caused by a source out of nowhere.
Self producing, from a core that is not there. 
Existing out of non-existence. 

I am more than infinity, because I already carry it.
A finite infinity is what exists, infinity does not, yet it does.