I passed / the window / countlessly, / wondering / always at / the symbol / that lit / out from / behind: as / two co- / mingled / rings I / saw it / for long, / and then / came to / notice / the geo- / metric / subtlety: / that no / part was / self-sufficient, / enclosed, / rather / it was / one con- / tinuous / band twisting / around / itself in / such a way / as to / have not / four surfaces / but one. / Yet it / was not / the symbol / of infinite / regress / I knew / from higher- / level maths. / It was / not a band / twisted in / two ways, / but one / twisted in / three! Astounded / I would / dismount / my bike / on my way / home and / bathe in / the light / like a / searching / vine uncoiling / in its long / sought sun. / What for / the symbol / stood — this / I did / not know. / I imagined / always / it was some- / thing, when / not illicit, / then ob- / scure, a / cult of / some sort / or non- / denominational / church. / I never / saw anyone / coming / or going / nor could / see inside: / to try / the door / I never / dared. For / sometimes / it is best / leaving / the source / of a sign / undisclosed: / sometimes / it is mystery / itself / that has / sent a / message — / so I dressed / the rune / in flames / and, true / to branding / in the / ancient sense, / made it / my own.