The Twist

There’s nothing to expect; the twist is vast
It doesn’t mark its emptiness; it turns
To shine upon the shadow that’s been cast
By light which can’t be seen; perception burns
Within its motions, everything is still
Without its complex formulas it shows
Invisible reactions, as it will
Wherever it’s rejected, there it goes.
To comprehend the twist is life’s design
It is just like an artist who’s insane
Creating freedom so it can confine
The beauty it can feel with joyous pain
To know there’s nothing, one must coexist
With everything which turns within the twist.

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