The Evil Pink Polyhedron

living counter-clockwise with a facade like an empty canvas the one that’s always been suspected man-made and dubious twisting in his spiral patterns incisive and irrational radial in his stratagem clarity the godfather of all perennial spheres he’s no charity rectangle there’s no one who could face him – – architects of coincidence nor mystics of sectio divina he simply wants to conquer the Earth by bisecting our wide-screen visions devouring the nautilus symmetry unleashing the atomic climax fraction by fraction and our chances slowly decrease