It was deceivingly straight at every bend.
Every point tried to maintain its distance from the arrogance of the centre,
Stringing with the ally at an angle of balanced evasion and synchrony.
Protecting in curved disarray, the beauty of negative space.
And unwittingly,
The Nemesis.
I stared at the circle that refused to end.
It embodied infinity in mere juxtaposition.
Every point experienced an outward force that threatened to appropriate,
Making the circumference vibrate and confuse my stolid vision.
Protecting in unity, the enigma of endlessness.
And unwittingly,
The Truth.
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