All across the 17^th diagonal dimension

Purple raindrops fall through cracks of time

Catching on the edge of thoughts

That hide from dreams

That remain strangers to form.

They take on the ghostly hue

Of an eternity that cannot

Escape its own truth, surrendering before

Their fixtures of God

That they will forever know

As the silent sound.

Meanwhile

All across the 18^th diagonal

Light is broken into a multi-prism

Of vibrating colors singing

Of conception striving for solidification

Dancing to perception.