Moez Ben Meftah

Os Of The Globe

Os of the globe

You can't have centers
without making an o
Stories shall turn full
despite even if and even though
And the universe doesn't
care to much ado
Creatures that refuse flights
will sometimes go
We moved from vegetarians
to digitals thanks to that o
That ciphers of Logarithm
refuted vacuum and states quo
And the scientific no long lived yes
It is traced in the iris in the pupil's elbow
In our nostrils, on tops of tits
, in cells of our marrow
On tops of trunks of lipido

In fact in that nought
we trust to make dough go

Moez Ben Meftah
December 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: meditation

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 9, 2016

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