The pond becomes solid and real
that three may share it
floating in starry space yet not alone
led by otherworldly threads towards a shining crystalline structure

Sing a song
song implies harmony
harmony means weaving
weaving, that two threads we shall be together

Cry
as you sing
to form a drop
that will fall, to separate
into transparent globules
each sparkling a point of light

Rainbow
yet alone
they cannot be brought together
not until they fade into nonexistence

Form is not a square, but if it was, it would be
until you see it from another angle
then it gains another dimension
becomes a cube

and if we had non-eyes to othersee higher worlds
then it would be a hypercube
but we try to lay it flat

it collapses

It stops making sense
until we cut off the edges
then it no longer is