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vibration can be trapped
By a crystal In geometric cell
crystals hexagonal structure
Traps a moment specific
In Frequency and vibration
within
The labyrinth of prismatic layers
Like an echo heard back
A moment stored as a song
when heard is the crystals voice singing its vibrations tells of moments gone
When tuned into
By restricted receivers
as sensuality perceives
And hidden stories no senses can read , waiting till we expand our spectrum and see past the walls by a conscious expansion
can clearer the song be perceived in full
Thereโs more to life
than meets the eye
And not what it looks like
And not what you think
It takes a deeper look between the lines hides a knowledge not light will shine to show or dark the place it dwells it sits a different way in a different spot
Just passed the stars behind the sun a vibration so high no crystalline polygon can hold it in a angles prismatic shape and like a opera singer hitting a note just right the glasses in the room shatter This can be true of reality itโs self held by nothing more than a harmonic arrangement in gentle hum till waves part each others harmonies that amplified and held together firm simply fall apart