Between hammer n anvil there's space,
Which called Way ov Third Angle.
Maybe it's Thy gateway from the Maze,
Don't U see white Birdie bangle?
It's like magma and winter frost,
Hottest iron and coldest breath,
That's depends on thy solo choice,
But both ways end up with death.
If thou want not to melt in vortex,
Choose only path and serve with zest,
Free from mortal ties, obey Codex,
And finally Thou'll reach thy best.
Absolute Mind is Nirvana sphere,
The more thou alive, the more thou near.
Absolute Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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