Three Epiphanies: Triangles, Cranes, and Bridges

What is a dream but the architect’s faith,

In a world unimagined, yet burning in the marrow of your loins?

Standing at the canyon’s edge its depth mirrors your fears;

The only thing left is the bridge you dare to build.

Triangles lean their spines into the void,

Geometry holds hands with grace.

Each angle a compromise, each joint a prayer

Trust whispered

In lin…