Paul Georgiou

The twig

 

The twig that falls

throughout its fall

precisely fits

the space it occupies.

 

Of all the worlds

I can create

within the virtual orb

of my mind's eye

there's none

as tight and closed

and quite precise

as this arrangement

of the falling twig

and the commensurate space

it occupies

at every instant

as it descends to earth.

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