Pi for Π
May be we did not learned from
migratory
birds
salmon
rocks
wind
water…
Truth be told: All turns into itself full sphere
We’re part of it, we’re life
we move in forms ourselves
an ever so much smaller place
but furthering horizon
Where is the womb?
A place of no timely arrival
A place that live the way we thought it was…
beginning
in our dreams in our chained reliance only
in space but in time never
Π equals 3 and infinity
almost there
always infinity…
We need the rest of IT
that most meaningless of points
We need to know Now.
euzicasa 
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