Unbalanced breeze distortion Unbalanced container abstraction Distance is something we understand In a primal way I feel (Symmetry?) In the light year volume limitation One will arrive Just one... For the edges form All rhombus in expansion Crack on the cubes, loud Linear ray crosses, my cloud Above the inferior human life Despite the strict limitation of volume Quantum line can take Most extreme structures Extreme structures... Inside the rhombus, closed angles Multiplied by my edges Between others vertex fused Expanded once again When the box is checked, The various internal rhombus appear Randomly, one by one Two dimensions uses Plus strange cosmic hole Organism likes spectra-fusion In this strange rhombillusion