'' A view from the dark void
Divine tangle of geometry and stone
What fractured sense of place

Diffused light breaks and spills
Silted concrete facets worn by wind and sun
Ambient sounds roll forth

A fissure runs the length
One inch on a wall or mile in a crevasse
The difference is mute

Time loops itself again
A set point of inception and closure turns
Dust shifts to form anew '' 

Text by Stan Zienka an abstract visual artist who also serves as the creative director of EA (Electronic Arts)