Triad (poem)

a haze of passions;

unspoken of forces never heard before

between north and south

the thin equator

keeps equilibrium

the haze thickens and

the thin divider quivers

wavers

through a frenzy of storms

it weathers all

clouds rise

clearing skies

it stands unbroken

a circle running

through three distinct points:

the eternal triangle.

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