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We have all night and the fire is bright We are here till the sun burns out

Mathematics is the language of life.

There are no coincidences. 

There are no mistakes and no shortcuts,

 Sensibility is a nightmare to the chaotic mind

The beauty of Design threatens it's very existence

 I am trying hard to remember my own spirit, 

Who is this calling me from the distance? 

I do not want to remember what I have lost

 Yet I must find this treasure 

and ride through it's infinite measure.  

Language is speaking of the dimensions 

They are all here, 

woven into The Now Moment 

And here we are again,

just you and me, talking.

Share with me the stories that I have forgotten

 About where we came from and where we are going, 

We have all night and the fire is bright,

 We are here until the sun burns out 

We are here until the curtains of Time are drawn,

 And every element will go exactly where it belongs. 

Author's Note

Any criticism welcome

Reviews

[itai]

@Eglatine, thank you very much.Yes, in this case beauty would be a characteristic.I'll fix that right away

[eglantine]

great last line... why is "Beauty" capitalized in the fourth line? Is it a character rather than a characteristic?