Circe - Borges

Her fictions, a conjuring of the Aleph, Contained the entirety of existence, in a single breath. The symmetries of the universe, she did unfold, In a topology of the imagination, where the infinite did enfold.

In twilight's hollow, where shadows conspired, Circe Borges wove her labyrinthine fire. A sorceress of words, with logic's cold design, She conjured realities, like a maze of twisted vine. circe borges

In her Gardens of Forking Paths, time diverged, And every possibility, like a river, emerged. The Minotaur of paradox lurked, patient and still, As she guided the threads of narrative, with a subtle will. Her fictions, a conjuring of the Aleph, Contained