Unknown date, still 2004 though. By Alderach (who else?)
(lets see if the board accepts my attemp at formatting this poem..)

Panic
In the circular room
together with uncertain
people (I fail) to ponder
logic. Alltogether my mind
Trully embrased by the
possiblity of not failure but
comedically synonym type likeness
Afraid of the now suddenly uncertain
future. In the end my poem is triangular
Back / to whatever happens
Ill surive somehow.

(well, it was triangular when I wrote it on paper..)