The Carnage of Relativity in Amounts
To Him Irregularity bowed down
For He dressed beauty in a burial gown
As aesthetics flee from malformation’s dread
Proudly He stands holding Pythagoras’ head
Coiled not to fit circle and square
Speaking in words no ear can bear
Drought to quench proportion’s thirst
Blessing the time of symmetry’s burst
There aren’t beholders of an eye
For the mourners have long died
Once condolences were defined
On the funeral ... of design
Abraxas, '07
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