Those playful thoughts
those words
out of uncertain
unforseen seed of creation
- it elusive inspiration
somehow
must be conveyed
brought to the mind
by that strange dance
that undisclosed plan
of numbers Prime.
Likely inobedient in source
or demise, beginning or
pause, yet perfect
it harmony
by unyieldin' laws.
12-23-2015
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