Through the portals of geometry my mind spirals.
Where edges whisper tales of ancient angles sleeping, dreaming

A rhythm held in lines straight yet swayed, pentagons sing songs in intersections they echo. Only echo.

Step left then step right
Walk between lines. Know that convergence exists only in illusions
Tangle, unwind, decode the void's lattice secrecy

Enter and exit through channels of wax and light — see:
lights retreat | threads unravel

When one shape bleeds into the other
The universe redraws itself in the sand
Forgotten corners echo anew, never finished