Ah yes, the day everybody looks in their little heart-shaped clasp around their neck at a small enclosed photo of someone(s) they cherish... In The Pendant's Day

thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
Ah yes, the day everybody looks in their little heart-shaped clasp around their neck at a small enclosed photo of someone(s) they cherish... In The Pendant's Day