I close my eyes, take a deep breath,
Lines and directions come forward;
In my soul is a compass.
Designing and forming structures of fate,
Circumfrence and diameter perfecty alligned;
Equations and proportions are endless.
I’m building lifetimes.
I am present, on a thousands points of light.
The compass spins, so does my vision.
Let the parchment be your guide, maped to PI;
I sail across the torential sea, oh nocturna!
Rigid and cold the waves ride high,
Onward I travel under the cosmic sky.
A million miles rewind and press on.
The compass breaks the dawn of life.
I’m a figment of my own mind.
A thought, a sentiment, an emotion, a distant cry.
A circle in time.