A Spiral to Muse Archimedes

Once I was running and I ran too fast
Right by a protruding branch
It cut deep through my arm
And I bled so much
At first I thought the branch meant harm
But beautiful words poured out of me
And streamed onto the ground
One followed the other, like ants on a trail
And spiraled to muse Archimedes


©KavaraStories

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