Trinity Explodes
You
You
and me
You and me
and the devil makes three.
Or is it the devil sets us free?
You
me
we
One,
one for all
the three musketeers,
the three blind mice,
the three sisters
Bubble, bubble
Here in this moment
dimensionality folds,
then explodes
into infinity,
into trinity,
into you,
me,
we.
This poem was written on October 31, 2025.