Petrify
The wind blew a cold breeze
How things appear, I'm not pleased
Ending the days of merry feast
Fearing the arrival of the mist
Rising tension in the air
Offering shivers to my spine
Zero cares, no one stares
Extra tangent, sine, cosine
None of that makes me alive
Heal the hemorrhage and the bleeding
Extract the poison here inside
Attempt to stop all of your weeping
Rose of math, Penrose or bermuda
Triangle of north or south america?
Impossible is it or unachievable
So unreachable or is it believable?
My brain hath stop it's processing
Inside I think it's already bleeding
Neither Math nor is it Physics
Either numbers or dynamics
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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