His Angles

There was the unknown,

Simply never actually seen

But sensed in relation

To other factors he affected.

And the entire length 

And strength of his axis

Outside of that area, 

Remained undiscovered.

There was some confusion,

Because the fractals 

Repeated in his patterns

Were too infinitely complex.

And because each time

She thought she knew,

His angles changed

And bisected elsewhere.

The very same special rules 

That apply to certain theories,

Where the underlying issues

In many of his personal cycles.

It is for that very reason

Why determining was difficult,

And on examining further

Not much of his truth emerge. 

Shrouded in such mystery

That her bravest effort proved

Futile against the secrets

Of his reluctant heart.
Ria 2016

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