Through sonorous lands my senses float Mesmerized by an harmonious note Which are leaping from a string within I’m holding the tuner; I’m controlling the pin The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code It is reflected in the schemes that we rune, Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum Like children swinging the seesaw in glee Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze A complicated network of primary views Micro and macro cosmos flexibility, An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry Constantly, havoc comes falling down In the structural circus, a morbid clown Still it’s needed to progress the creation, The reflux of materials comes through devastation Like an untuned singer in the angel choir, A mad prophet that serves the eating fire, Its transforming sequence is on repeat, First subverted, then complete But many times they say, "Mens agitat molem" So we have to figure out our origin, To undress our future