Spiraling singular forms,
interlocking around heliotropic spatial blossoms...
lightning forcefully swirling,
sanguine delusions consuming all space in between.
twisting and twirling conscious ideas clockwise,
Chronos Ratio
Sidi's seen it in his diverging mind,
auric quantum leylines drawn on geometric grids
A thousand sides enclosed in diagonal threes
Midpoint to midpoint this titian tinted circular isosceles dream
Maya's retreating steps,
whipping up Icosahedrons samadhi choirs
The rising grasp of Psyche,
fearless before the one point of converging white and black schemes...
It is simply the windmill of nativity, isn't that right Pan?
God causing this centrifugal force to wrap layers of reality in 360 degrees.
His lying blind step on a counterclockwise emerald Heavenly Eight Trigram field.
Sixty-Four and One Hundred Twenty Eight reeling points of universal mirth.
Do you cause God to pirouette and drape us in love, Bill?
