In the depths of star-threaded night,

whispers of forgotten forms construct;

the geometry flux of constant restarts.

Within form and void, patterns pulse,

a mirrored reflection seeking the unseen.

Abstract encodes find lines hidden,
bending towards the inevitable.

A line drawn in delicate patience,
lest its fate omit autonomy.

Rifts and echoes, in spectral tonality,
geometrical conundrums bereft of finish.