Dear Infinity,

soon
enough
My Future
will be
now
and my scars will have grown into
sacred geometry

(circles of Dignity, pyramids of Will, vortices of Love)

I hide what I had to let go of in furrows
behind a tall gate
and I whisper wishes
into each victory seed
I plant --
every one this prayer:
Dear Infinity,
Breathe life into
my every kind of desire.

A poem written to Infinity, by @DanielleLaPorte T W E E T


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