Triangular Tattvic Fire

I see the Sylphs in my stunned mind
The right-side triangle turns upside down
A circle of stellar blue sterilizes my system
As images have Paralda come and go.

The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye
Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis
I hear the renewal of a vacuumed, swallowed void
Time spirals downward, projective, redemptive.

The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp garnet
Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate
And like the fire, solar and forsaken.

So I lionize your names
So I listen to your words
So I arraign to your nerves.

So I lionize your names
So I listen to your words
So I redirect your seal
Back to the Intelligence.

The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye
Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis.
.
The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp, garnet
Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate
And like the fire, solar and forsaken.

So I lionize your names
So I listen to your words
So I arraign to your nerves.

So I lionize your names
So I listen to your words
So I redirect your seal
Back to the intelligence.