Glancing at Pie…

Glancing at Pie:

Pi . . .

Square root of Pi,
Equal to the speed of;


Which leads us,
to a lost civilization,
but just now today—

Shows as,
a scattering,
of cunning monuments…

See then, the cleverness at Giza,
height over perimeter is Pi,
and it doesn’t cease there…!

The pyramid code,
is eternally transmitted,
and self contained,
by this monument;

Which speaks of Pi and eqinocital procession—

It’s mathematically,
actually, factually,
True and Correct!

Correct to the 432 decimal harmonic…
S-C-A-L-E . . . !
(of earth’s Northern Hemisphere.)
A 432,000 scale model,
of our planet;

An eternal bastion of grace,
mathematically brilliant elegance,
seemingly cut by lasers,

a paper does not fit,
between it’s massively, masterfully;


Engineered blocks…

There are other eternal monuments,
scattered across the earth’s lands,

and one who’s mud, is visible still,
to one’s hands!

Become enraptured then,
in Pi’s in-Phi-nite beauty…

A message to behold,
a message from those like us,
who came before!

In days we’d truly describe as “yooooore.”

It’s written in bold,
Brazenly, to the tune of engineering marvels.

See Teotihuacan,

A memory continually arises,
of a bearded distant powerful man…
Call him Uncle Viracocha!

A whirlwind of misty memories,
distant yet close,
at heart we can learn to hear and feel,
what’s likely encoded in,
the fiber of our very DNA.

A collective,
woven in alphabet ribonucleic lettering,
a biologically kept,
historical record,
collected of and during,
our near past;

Human times.

All across our world,
remnants are found;

Stories of ancient times,
are recalled —

As we decipher,
figure and re-tell…

The newly discovered,
age old tales of our relatives,
our ancestors!

Lives that have come,
and passed.