I throw it,
i bounce it,
i fling it,
i swing it,
this massive discus,
of feelings i have,
weighing down,
the whole universe,
implodes at the touch,
of the discus of passion,
on the fibres of,
this odd dimension,
this plane of existence,
one of which I live upon,
Ah, this sweet entropy,
of which it keeps growing,
at a pace unchecked,
glorious, and enormous,
to the heights not reached,
I will promise this,
the Discus of passion,
will reach its intended,
distance.
