Once Is Enough

I am the size of a child’s imagination.
Sparks swirl around me like fireflies:
Bulbous and bright.

I am the rumble-grumble of an idling car.
My girth contains the unknown.
My tongue is the color of water.

I am more than the sum; I am the quotient.
I am an imaginary integer.
I am the completion of pi.

I cannot be contained nor calculated.
There is no life inside me
That doesn’t continue to evolve.

I write to prevent my mind
From becoming oversaturated
With images of words.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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