I see the Sylphs in my stunned mind
The right-side triangle turns upside down.
circle of stellar blue sterilizes my system,
As images have [bad word] and go.

The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye
Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis.
I hear the renewal of a vacuumed, swallowed void:
Time spirals downward, projective, redemptive.

The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp garnet.
Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate,
And like the fire, solar and forsaken.

So I lionize your names,
So I listen to your words,
So I arraign to your nerves

So I lionize your names,
So I listen to your words,
So I redirect your seal,
Back to the Intelligence.

The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye
Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis.
.
The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp, garnet.
Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate,
And like the fire, solar and forsaken.

So I lionize your names,
So I listen to your words,
So I arraign to your nerves

So I lionize your names,
So I listen to your words,
So I redirect your seal,
Back to the intelligence.