The rotation turns from flow through trine and all along keeps the measurement of you. Around you, partially, without loosing sight. A list of things appears annotated by picas of parsecs, fragments of the lines that draw you. Knowing is all that matters. Draped in an ell of light.
So, this is it. All of it. An entire orange once fit in this skin. Now gone, the vessel dried out, but still structurally intact. A new architecture. Complete in itself.
As I search the long lonely road into the connection[s] of everything, sometimes I get a glimpse into the sliver of the ever elusive light of understanding. I'm glad some people do.