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Day 7 of 7: Infinity.
Short poems, theme of love and self-care
Look into your eyes, Sip wine through the air. An internal wave through words. — Like the Sun, Like the Ocean, Like the Air, Or like the planets coming together, Melting into one. — 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.