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Triangle, square, circle in a Bach-inspired poem |
| Descending from the throne of glory, a sequence of echoes cradle the souls in flesh, and three canons later, circle the air, converting notes into elegance, grace, ease, one side of a pyramid, a psychic shape with repeats heightening the organ's keys. Akin to holy scriptures of triangular formulation, creation, redemption, sanctification, symmetry in measured groups in dramatic crescendo, soars high through flue pipes, the tones awakening stained glass panes, round, rectangular, square, under domes, in patterns contrapuntal. Next, a massive hush on a wave's sweep, drifts anchorless, seeking harbor in the darkest corner, urging me to locate uncharted terrains within. |