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"Infinity Loop (poem)" by Snowflake

Infinity Loop
by Madam Snowflake

Lately I’ve been
contemplating
parameters.

Closed intervals—
a range of experience.

Extremes
of human history
and discovery.
Beauty.
Horror.

For me,
the farthest edge
in the dark
was an annihilating phone call
announcing
the funeral
of my beloved sister.

Yet—
led by my father’s arm,
walking an earthen aisle
toward my future husband
on the high cliffs of Torrey Pines
expands me
to its antipode—
joy.

Somehow,
my underlying foundation
is always
stretched to these limits.

No wonder
this body
knows a bizarre pleasure
in wrangling into the splits—
though no matter the warm-up
I feel the ripping and tearing
of the inner length of my legs
finally held by the floor.

For years
I perceived only
the long line of the infinite—
the X-axis.

But perhaps age
brings benefits
beyond arthritic thumbs
and a bad hip.

Wisdom.

For now I perceive
an infinity loop,
traveling to the same farthest point
in the dark,
but then soaring up and down,
forward and back,
outward—
then returning inward,
to my heart.

I am experiencing dimension
within
my old parameters.

In this paradox of spinning electrons
and perceived duality,
I had nearly forgotten
the center—
the neutral force
between positive and negative charge,
the sacred chalice
holding
both memory
and possibility.

So with the ritual
of this morning’s coffee,
I imagine
I’m
a graceful
whirling dervish—
sipping also
from the unseen
Holy Grail.

I rise,
arms wide,
and begin to spin,
eyes holding
a single spot—
one centered point—
while the
infinite
universe
turns.