Just Under the Three
an improbability they cry
a refusal to see beyond
to catch the trick of the eye
she had 4 faces you see
Day and Night,
Love and Death
elusive she was
she thought to hide besides
the folds of our dimensions
but a trained eye can believe
that hidden behind the three
her true face can be seen
that trained eye was me
i saw into a parallel dimension
and i did see
beauty that astounded me
such a lovely one hidden
just under the three
but peering into a fourth
it peeled my brain
shades now haunt my gaze
even though i point to them
declare all i have seen
they shun that which I believe.
11/8/25 ā Andy McRae
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