SilentMG

Yesteryear have I started the game, Minding no borders or thresholds of shame Notes to self and another were fastly exchanged. Do not mind the muffled yet crackling noises of static, For they hold the answers albeit in a fashion erratic One might follow the thread and find them deranged. Note one being noise that escaped the filter The other a signal triggered yet without a receiver. One might fervently change the channel, Looking for answers or signs But it's just a strolling eternal With no resolution, reason or rhymes . Said game was rigged from the start, For in the radiation spectrum there is no place for the heart.

Going in circles made me square Charon has yet to receive his fare The triangle still watches dementedly like a voyeur Allegedly molding the few into objets du jour. On the rectangular canvas stories are to be told! No godly decree is to be taken lightly Living inside the sphere and neath the prism made you bold Eerily the path seems set in stone for the knightly. And here we are at the base of the tetrahedron Looking towards the skies hoping to shed the aeon Yet you are crushed by the weight and light of one called Hyperion Incredibly you still try to modify the criterion Answers to forgotten questions are to be found In the vastness of darkness that is unbound Abruptly aberrancy will end While shaping the Calabi-Yau manifold