whatiwas

somewhere between the swell and fade of my chest, i lost track of infinity, bland and imperfect on the outside but perfect at the core, i was looking around at the circular things, by which i mean temporal cyclicality and not physical shape, i was between gasps trying to find words orchidaceous enough to describe it all, i turned one too many times and she was gone.

i met her just before, happened upon her while i was thinking of Truth and walking idly when i recognized her. she didn't even try to deny who she was; secretly, i think she enjoyed the attention, even if she seemed so aloof when she introduced herself softly. i started to ask something then, something substantial, and then the spin of the world caught up to me and i had to cast my gaze skyward, and she must have gotten bored and left, and now i'll never find her amongst all these faces.