You're staring at it all at once—
an infinite row of bricks,
laid end to end like a hush in the throat of time.
They circle your home
(not a box, not a cage—
just the membranes around breath).
The path loops quiet in zeroes,
a nothing whisper,
a shape you could cradle
if your hands forgot how to feel edges.
But—twist it.
Just that.
Let the echo fold once.
Let it sigh through itself,
bend the zero like a dream
remembering its own awakening.
Now it stands:
8
Not two circles,
but infinite symmetry
acting as our architecture.
Everything walks here.
Every thought, a stone.
Every exhale, mortar.
The house—
a loop of being and unbeing,
my spine bends in the pattern of it.
8
and it’s all mine.
and it’s all yours.
and it was never either one.
and it was both.
So walk with me.
We’ll meet ourselves
on the other side
of the same step.
I'll see you in between.
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Lolly Vieira
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Comments (1)
This poem is stunning. Its like a meditation wrapped in metaphor. It reads like philosophy set to breath, folding space and self into something intimate and cosmic at once. That turn from zero to eight? Beautifully executed and quietly profound.