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