Tetrahedron Inception
Tetrahedron Inception
The geometry of four equal threes,
A pyramid of tall pointy trees.
Green, red, yellow, gold,
Rainbows of music, arc through my soul,
Seeing the sounds past reds vast basses,
Symphonies of light hearing blues last traces.
Four phased spectra, aligned at the sixties,
Sweet melodic convergence of realities.
Touch, taste, smell it, too, with our senses,
Mountains lifted from the ether
With the touch of the Creator.
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