Of dry dust, parched earth chokes
A perfect sphere, engineered ugliness
On a straight scale, crafted road
In geometry defies all purpose of life

In perfect silence, deafened ears
Existing alone, await the pin
Never falling, of eternal longing
The heart beats, but time has stopped

With algorithmic precision, events unfold
A perfect spiral infinite, in length
Remaining constant, the longing for life
Undying, suffers cruel perseverance

From will excruciating, a drop of sweat
Forms irregular, falls accelerating
Sporadically ground-bound, creating sound
Infinitesimal, the first wind blows

Of imperfect contact, the first relief
Perhaps imperfect, forms in freedom
Of Creation, Beauty has occurred
In the first Nature, on earth blooms
The flower of Life, You are born