Nestled deep within the confines of forbidden tomes, page 173 of Desire unveils a pattern seen none other than through the soft haze of a poet's dreaming eyes:
Whose heart can decode such whimsical boundaries, shuttling between rust etchings of cosmic love? Here, within the pulsations of the mundane, lies the algebra of longing where x kisses y under a perfumed moonakeen tree's arms.
As ancients would say, let hypothesis transform to the embrace of equations melting into the deciduous known; for z drawn upon the mildewed chart realizes infinity as ever-fleeting notes cladded in tempered tears...