One

Reads: 105  | Likes: 2  | Shelves: 1  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
On devotion that surpases the laws of the universe.

Submitted: February 04, 2019

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 04, 2019

A A A

A A A


One.

The second-most inconceivable number.

How does One come to be,

In a universe that folds in on itself

In its spiral of repetition?

The whorl of tessellating numbers

Is not conducive to a singular.

And yet,

Such anomalies hide in the pattern.

Minute and easily lost to the tide,

But if one has a careful Eye,

They may uncover perfection.

The universe’s mighty Hand

Flicks a finger in her direction.

The infinite strands of probability

All wind their way to a single point.

With masterful command,

She directs the symphony of spirals,

Their conductor.

Practiced hands weave a tapestry

Pulling colours from the blur of constant motion.

She watches as they coalesce

Into something she can use.

She stands unmoved by the undertow,

As steady as the linear timeline,

And as constant as its passage.

And she, alone, is Perfect.

Perfection is her omnipotent gaze,

And its ability to hold the universe in a gentle embrace.

Perfection is her quiet control,

As it rules unchallenged and all-encompassing.

Perfection is her omniscience.

Perfection is her singularity.

She is everything,

And she is,

One.


© Copyright 2019 macabremag. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply