The tetrahedral

 No personal attest-ment

escapes me,

for further I seek

always afar.

The two-ness of universe

prepares me,

radiation-ally angular

vertex forming stars.

All lines seeking

in spirals,

not conditioning, partitioning

the truth.

All rivers here on earth

flowing like tensors,

to the greater oneness

of two.

Come spring when grass

springs greening,

to trip triangularly

toward the sun.

I may again believe

love in season,

a vertex hid in a matrix,

to be found by one.

A pinnacle for my soul

I ask,

a new math

to include love.

To cancel hate

as a useless remainder,

to power truth

in one above.

All discoveries lead

back to me,

all realization leads

to you.

For a moment ago I was

a faint afterglow,

of a love in plane-line infinity

cold vastness so blue.

Now the sphere contains

the heat of our volume,

the tetrahedral supports

loves driving force.

As I aspire to reach

that pinnacled vertex,

while loves fire

can change universes course.