This tangled net of vertices and lines

Conveys an occult message to require

A realignment into new confines

Within which time and space perform their gyre.

This shadow of a shadow of a form

Proffers a path where mind can only squirm

And twist and brace itself against the norm

In hopes to bring maturity to term.

Once concept frees itself to search again

The underpinnings of all structured thought,

The mind can soar out from its cosmic pen

Wherein reason remains enjailed and caught.

This egg of rectilinearity

Is pregnant with omniscient clarity.



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