In a grid of size two thousand twenty-five,
where rows and columns pulse alive,
they asked:
Can you place your careful tiles,
and leave one space—just one—per line?
A rectangle’s work is firm and neat,
it covers ground, it makes complete.
But here the rule is not to fill—
instead, to master sacred will:
Leave gaps.
One in each row, one in each band.
A silence carv…
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