Letras
Unbalanced breeze distortion
Unbalanced container abstraction
Distance is something we understand
In a primal way
I feel
(Symmetry?)
In the light year volume limitation
One will arrive
Just one...
For the edges form
All rhombus in expansion
Crack on the cubes, loud
Linear ray crosses, my cloud
Above the inferior human life
Despite the strict limitation of volume
Quantum line can take
Most extreme structures
Extreme structures...
Inside the rhombus, closed angles
Multiplied by my edges
Between others vertex fused
Expanded once again
When the box is checked,
The various internal rhombus appear
Randomly, one by one
Two dimensions uses
Plus strange cosmic hole
Organism likes spectra-fusion
In this strange rhombillusion