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Thursday, 30 April 2020

Arcish

Between the string of floats
Where the sand is certain
Each step one step further
Each line of sunlight
Makes the water ever warmer
One bamboo shade
In line with one hundred others

What was lost is found
What was found is lost
An unbroken curve
The horizons
Very own iteration
Yet I have no implements
For measurement
Either by degree or distance

Although I would say
That there is very little here
To support the point of view
Of the flat earth society
Who would do well
To construct a formula
For such an infinite curve


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