A chain of 3 Pi stanzas, for writer's cramp.
|Moon meets midnight
unblinking opened eyes:
The way water throws back ancient earthen images
as if surrendering herself to reflection.
Sun meets noon
pinnacles of mountain peaks:
The way uncounted desert sands blow and turn
as if sifting memory from prediction.
Life meets death
numbers etched in stone:
The way stars themselves succumb to ticking time
as if extinguishing eternity with perfection.