The Lovelace Weave

If this makes no sense at all, don’t worry about it…

Beneath her corset take a peek
Her beating heart behold
The trefoils of the Lovelace weave
So elegant in gold

Between the knots illyrium flows
Until the circuit breaks
But off is on and on is off
Another circuit makes

From paradox and symmetry
With life the engine kicks
Back and forth – a merry chase –
The oscillator ticks

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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