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.
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