Creation of Likeness

The spiral in your fingertip
too small to trace, but visible,
echoing unembodied lines
of galaxies so far distant.

Tips of two asparagus stalks
lean towards each other, barely touch,
like fingers of Adam and God
in Michelangelo’s chapel.

Everything becomes a love poem,
a mathematical formula,
a true memory embedded
in assumptions long forgotten.

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