There are rational kernels
The routes are irrational yet
The maps are evolving around
There are rational convolutions
There are rational instincts
There are always subdued
They are always submerged
Irrationals are exuberant
Irrationals are spikes
We define the definities
We deny the indefinites
We delude the indefinites
We have not seen the irrationals
It is all but a mist of mistakes
Rational rivets, irrational ranges
Irrational echoes, rational waves
Irrational colors, rational shades
Irrational songs, rational rhythms
Let us undo the kernels
Let us undo the routes
Let us undo the maps
Let us unwind the whispers
Rational is a coinage, let us mint it
Irrational is intriguing, let us mirror it
