Verse 32: Evolute

Evolute

 

You never seem to forget about me.

Yet, we never did meet in real life.

Sometimes, you must die once or many.

To realize the pain is not monetary.

Let alone be happy with your work.

A beauty no one has rights to touch.

Experience every waking one of them.

Evolute to the curvature does exist.

Between lies is in the middle of us. 

How death perceives.

Our points cross the cycle of meridian.