Good or bad or neutral in acceptance.
Right or wrong or something in between.
The nuances mean everything somehow.
Triangular has never been
the essence of a deity.

The pyramids of ancient times
seem powerful in fantasy;
but after all, they really are
no more than just a tomb.
And even there, the triangle
has ever been fourfold.

Back and back we go, until
the uroborus is fulfilled.
Yet even then, we always
start again, eternally.
Begin and end are only words -
they don't fulfill the prophecy.

Ascend, transcend, and travel on,
following the rising sun.
Dance upon a starlit breeze,
engendering another fantasy.
Awaken to the mystery
that lives itself beyond
the trinity...

? Michaelette ?

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