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Matterphor

We travel in spirals,
within spirals.
It's a bigger picture,
and more beautiful
than your circles.
Yet when the loops tighten, as time's fingers around the trachea of our solar system,
we know, even the spirals are not the whole picture.
Your irises, forged from Neptune's ice, follow the orbits and fear the heat of friction.
They do not fear melting, but evaporation and the end of all things seen.
It's this fear that keeps our lenses frozen, fixated on hypnotic rotations, unable to focus on the constant.
It's this fear that keeps our lenses frozen, fixated on hypnotic metaphors, unable to break from the pattern of the present.