In the abysmal depths where the mind pines ;
For the delight of knowledge without which it dies.
The unreachable truth, unhindered, incessantly shines
Amidst the plethora of impeccable lies.
Like the ocean that keeps springing
The energy intense diminishes not for anything.
The cold matter flows, vaporizes for drinking
And keeps coming back and stays unlike anything.
Like matter sensed, occupying its very space,
Unable to subtract blanks, the implicit math is born without harm.
Destruction and creation ; The divine twin guardion stays
And all that is gone, always keeps coming back in another form.