Prismatic Visions

Interstellar blasts from a sacred distant star Grab you from the past, you won't get very far Through the looking glass of prism found in sands Discarded by the fools, now it's in your hands Universes spill from a simple, tight framework Precision of a clock with the spirit of a hawk Lookin' up, not a soul, in solitude you stalk Witness to the realms, crystalline network Cosmic folk commune in a quantum state of flare Light truncates the logic, elegance laid bare Visions vast and wisdom laced with stars Through the prism, time both near and far The future's echo in the sand where we stand Shifting through the ages, guided by unseen hands [Verse 2] Mathematical, it's radical, the patterns we trace Emanating energy, ripples through time and space Spinoza knew the score, essence never decease Chronicles of cosmos, written in eternal peace