Playing the night’s
strings to the sun
All the turns were right
Along the way towards light
Fissures marking time’s deft
Bending of temporal and
celestial forms
With a counterpointing cleft
Against the fibers of the
symmetric matrix.
A metaphor between pure edge
basics
And dark points of complex
transforms
Where closed timelike curves spin left.
The event expanse collapses
upon its horizon.
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