The Evil Pink Polyhedron
living counter-clockwise
with a facade like an empty canvas
the one that’s always been suspected
man-made and dubious
twisting in his spiral patterns
incisive and irrational
radial in his stratagem clarity
the godfather of all perennial spheres
he’s no charity rectangle
there’s no one who could face him –
– architects of coincidence nor mystics of sectio divina
he simply wants to conquer the Earth
by bisecting our wide-screen visions
devouring the nautilus symmetry
unleashing the atomic climax
fraction by fraction
and our chances slowly
decrease
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