Rushing hurriedly into imagination, not able to contain
myself from viewing what it has found and shaped for me
to write about.
Silent triangles arranged in puzzling ideas, relevant
to geometry, yet not quite fitting it's exact
calculations.
There seems to be more to the formulas that haven't
been seen, yet here they are, appearing gently to
intellect to open wide the doors to new formularies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem