To Eternal Creation

The earth is round,
If not absolute then
Almost. So is creation, the
Integer zero, the root cause
Of many an invention,
And recreation too
As you merry-go-round
Around a potter’s disc
Turning it around to unfold the
Magic of various shapes and
Sizes that you can preserve,
Play with or eat out of
And all the creativity mirrored
In the oval of an eye that
Bears testimony to it, the
Creator’s masterpiece, decorated
To the tee and transcending
The time’s clutches to embrace eternity.