Behold that a path is created from these traces of ink

Letters join numbers

Sounds come forth manifesting the plasticity

This is the direct outcome of the continous war

The collision of the worlds of change and stability

One would sense the mind behind them

If only he could withdraw from the relentless

alterations of its forms

I have swum against rivers of fallacy

Chaotic symmetry

And have returned

From the point of weakness

To the root of triumph

Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns

I travelled with the company of a triangle

To the dark corners of cosmos

Geometry in static

In frozen wells I left my seal for the future travellers

Sunken trilithons bear my signature

In wombs of yellow on the phospharic remnants

Of organisms with consciousnesslong erased

One would sense the mind behind them

If only he could withdraw from the relentless

alterations of its forms

Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns

I travelled with the company of a triangle

To the dark corners of cosmos

Geometry in static