Lemniscate equating Love...

he was listening to a song
with an opening
like that of a sloka...
but a song...
with beats tapping rhythmic
suitably placed...
vocal falling perfect
in accordance with the chords...
and rhyme...
and the interlude...
like someone elongating a soft cry...
losing and giving one's all...
into the song...

A spreading continuum...
Ever spreading...
From one location-
The source...
First to the immediate...
Then the second one...
Then the third...
Then a dozen more...
A few dozens added sure...
One gross...
Then a few more grosses...
A few more...
A few thousands...
Thousands ....
'what is this?
An infinite?
What is infinite?
How can one measure that?
Infinite?'
he thought...

'it...is...
An Is...
A Be...
A state...
you fool...
It does not grow...
It is endless...
And so...
It does not grow...
quite naturally...
It is...be...
Just Be...'

An answer came...

'lemniscate...
i remember...
a ribbon
like lying eight...'

he muttered...
thinking math...

and then he thought of a song...
deepest one...
yet the simplest....
ethereal...
not puzzling like math...
not taxing...

simple yet deep...

and he then found
Agape...
and
she...
perhaps resting...
perhaps weaving a story
not to be shared by her ever...
perhaps looking at another part of this same sky...
perhaps...

and he had
both again-
a death...
and birth...
losing all
and gaining all...
much like the song...
Lemniscate?

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