 
Triangle
Out of the either, from which the darkness, as soon or sooner see.
A constant drop, behind itself, defines reality.
True darkness while, black as the peel, behind the deepest night.
Made still of spines of time, while always woven, accumulates the role of no such great analogy.
Out of this place we must the man who was not said to me,
He spoke as one who spoke before, already having said and even sooner seen,
That in those troubbled times where light was loss and coins had yet to be,
Came a creature, sides of three, straight as no curve and small as ice but larger than obligatory as far as any unforseen and other human be.
This creatu Trianglein Poem
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