“Where’s my Home? Where’s my Home, If not within the boundary that ties a dot Which even far beyond, unfolded all?.. And thus, the loam that binds me here – a tome, Abode of light conceives in ciphers of a knot - Where’s the Universe, a bending of a whole, As Nothingness itself, becomes a roam!
O, Muse! Thou ART as stars unravels others, Thy Soul as one endeavours ends – To human world, where’s thrives of greatness, born!.. - As wholes hath use, as halves is what devours, As dots within the dots which quadrants mends, Not more than less, nor lengths, nor widths! I mourn, For I – the dot, hath found away of where’s a Home!..”