The pointed corners,
connecting three,
where room for two
is suffocatingly narrow
and the triangle,
too tightly constructed
tangles and rangles
loose ended lovers
into a geometric equation
that leaves no formula affixed
to reasonably solve the riddle
Three sides, equal in measure,
solidifying an inescapable formation
of pieces put together
where upon it's strength fails,
should one be removed,
leaving a dismantled open ended configuration
that seemingly points nowhere
but outward...
and onward....
into negative space
One plus two is three or three in one And three minus two is one and one plus one plus one is three three has enough space in one
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I would like to translate this poem
True that, if I read correctly the Point of your pen... there is only space for two... two pointed in the same direction...