Write I Penned
I looked around the autumn sky, and saw a scoffing sun.|
It cast the last golden rays of light, another day was done.
A surprise lay unopened in the coming dark of this new night.
Its closed, non-self-intersecting curve, embedded oh so tight.
In three dimensions it cannot be untangled, set straight.
A taste of bitterness, excruciating, as I ponder the wait.
About to snap, my self indulgent curiousity at its end.
Sat, thought of ramifications, hence this write I penned.
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