From a single point the geometry is drawn.
I seek truth but it is more like reversing time
To find the origin of divergence, life’s dawn.
I stand behind a blade with a resolute face
In pursuit of more than I might ever know.
The lines extend from our opinions, erase
Each of them until the truth falls like snow.
Will I be alone in the whitest of snowfalls?
There can be many points within radials.
Vasha'Lakar 