Trinitarian Thesis

Behold, in the eyes of the conversing letter
I see three points of light form one together
Eternally singing in high-pitched ringing
In conversations revolving around you
Sculpted in the shape of something there
The geometries of a man seated in a chair
Well-wrapped in precious sleeves of Han blue
 
Beyond the veil of lush leaves in the trees
A nocturnal festival of strange ceremonies
Where unearthly beasts meet for their feasts
In conversations revolving around you
Animated by airs of floating apparitions
The image of deeper covenant traditions
Far from light and covered from view 
 
Bygone in dreams of a shimmering gale
A highest summit over a lowest vale
Empty lands of chill whispering still 
In conversations revolving around you
Planted in a private garden of powers
The skies contain in star-burned flowers
Placated a world wet in morning dew
 
Miraculous an atlas for true catechesis
When undercurrent light forms the exegesis
Understand and not hear, perceive and not see
To fathom the leagues of a mystery
With the treasures of ontology
In the Trinity
 
Babylons fall by their own decisions
Triumph to existence, perfect prisons
Over the prose of the brightest sea