We don't see the imperfection with our Euclidean minds.
Small things invisible on a single plane, but truly there all the same.
We desire the perfect, the one, the whole.
We want a world we can control.
But fractals is all there is, endlessly.
Eros duplicating itself and imperfections everywhere.
A contest entry
- Circles - BIG POINTS!! by CelticQueen.
1500 points, ended September 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I would put this in the finalists list, but you're talking about small things invisible on a single plane. A circle is actually a series of angled planes touching each other and the line drawn at the points where they touch.
Sorry. cq -
Wow, what a different take on the promt. Very nice and interesting to read. Good Luck in the contest!

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this is very true it stuff we dont want to face but i guess that some times we just have to
best of luck
--kat -
Wow, that's really...depressing. It's true, of course, but it's depressing to think of it like that.
Thanks for entering my contest - I think!
celtic queen



