Transcendental Pi: π

As the hours are inching closer

stillness descends on me.

Will our breath interrupt our moments?

Let’s catch them unaware, slumbering.

No space, not even a whisper must come between our desires.

Hope you can read me loud and clear.

In time so short, we must lean in, expand the minutes.

Whisper in nanoseconds.

Learn fractions all over again.

Let’s get high to the π.

Loose our complexities,

find ourselves in simplicities.

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