Symmetry of a perfect circle, radius radiates half the life
standing outside all the points infinity of  the realm
taking control of the wheel, captain at the helm
cutting the diameter of the center, radius of life.
Simplicity of the four corners, conjoined coordinates form the base
the stone foundation filled with soul, the essence of the ore
strike it with the chisel, fashioned image brought to the fore
place the others on on the support, slow and steady, judicious pace.
Sphinx the riddle, baffling construction, tri the fix the which precedes the angle
most stable of footing, wide to narrow, ubiquitous and incgonito, hidden in the imagination
seen and marveled, understood, still cannot be replicated by engineers of synthetic creation
futility springs from the acquisitiveness of the intention, like the bait does it dangle.
The mist is floating, drizzling ever so softly speaking a tongue undiscerned by the ear
immersed  inside an esoteric translation unfolds and remains just out of reach
erudition and ambition yearn for more, seek to learn, steal, capture, and teach
alas what is sought comes only when the predisposed proclivity releases all the fear.
Shapes can be defined in points, writhes, connections, space, and time, numbers on a line
abstract emotions,colorless, permeate like the vapor of some obscure source
intuitive nature lead to inherent action, soon followed by remorse
water runs within, one day the well shall dry, and usher in the promise, the return of the wine.