In this moment taken by circumstance,
I have not made a single wince of pain,
Carried into solitude by chance,
All I have not lost is disdain.
Into this jungle of wrath and tears,
Looms only the terror of company,
I gave her my love, she gave up hers,
To death went mine as hers swayed in harmony.
Laying inside my solitude dingle,
Mathematics became my companion,
Teaching me to draw this triangle,
To avoid vertex death to be my dominion.
To the plane between solitude and love,
I found my little hope against death,
It was the only chance I would have,
To secure a side not connected to my final breath.