none of a nearness less of a vessel more of a metaphor all of an amalgam

the circle spins and fingers shape

and spinning thoughts pull yarn though dreams

an aperture grows wide agape

and spacetime loosens close-knit seams

experience now whets her hands

umbilicuses feed and reach her

with flow and fill she understands

with pull and flip we form a creature

the wielded wheel comes winding down

the helix-curvéd corridor

the proper fission of a noun

will split a nothing into more