Corners merge into infinity,
and the precision of a straight line.
into L shapes and obtuse triangles;
mimicking air - giving
rise to feelings of being free -
or suffocating every sense.
Light plays the part of ambiance;
sculpting the wisdom of art.
Then...light fades into darkness -
and the darkness that's inherently, darker -
revealing the void in black holes.
Perception becomes real if stared upon longer than seconds -
and truth become dreams and curious things -
spin webs and dangle from corners.

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