I gathered stones —
Time to scatter them.
So justice commands.
Enough chasing fate and fleeing it —
Here is the perfect chance:
Give yourself to her, to catch her.

The circle has closed — the mission is complete,
Having started from zero, I reached zero…
But the mystery of life does not decide it so:
At the start with you was
A twelve,
And at the finish she is yours as well.

Mourn if you want, or take pride,
Having named the Spark’s moment immortality.
Agree or argue:
You for eternity are clay, and she is the instrument.