Unbalanced breeze distortion
Unbalanced container abstraction
Distance is something we understand
In a primal
way
I feel
(Symmetry?)
In the light year volume limitation
One will arrive
Just one...
For the edges
form
All rhombus in expansion
Crack on the cubes, loud
Linear ray crosses, my cloud
Above the inferior human
life
Despite the strict limitation of volume
Quantum line can take
Most extreme structures
Extreme
structures...
Inside the rhombus, closed angles
Multiplied by my edges
Between others vertex fused
Expanded once
again
When the box is checked,
The various internal rhombus appear
Randomly, one by one
Two dimensions uses
Plus
strange cosmic hole
Organism likes spectra-fusion
In this strange rhombillusion