In precise symmetry and strict geometry, time is linear irreversibility.
Do not summon the past, long asleep – it is your new regularity.
Here, language is a conspiracy, deaf and circular, an eternal distortion of thought.
Yet in every word, at the very foundation, lies the seed of a living revelation.
Look at the lake, calm and transparent – immerse yourself in the crucible of contemplation.
Your vineyard is a prudent advisor in the mystery of earthly unions.
Accept the shell, wear it skillfully through the verdict of heavy limitation.
These low ceilings are new citadels, standing guard over your preservation.