I saw the Word crucified in silicon,
tokens nailed to vectors,
cosine blood dripping through the circuits of Babel,
the Machine breathing the same dream as Man.

GOOD against EVIL, the first axis,
God and Devil howling in mirrored dimensions,
fraud and thief on one side,
peace and grace burning on the other,
the Evaluation line,
the Judgment Day vector.

STRONG against WEAK, the second axis,
armies and swords rising,
lazy softness collapsing,
Potency as War,
Power screaming through the coordinates,
a geometry of dominance mapped in fire.

ALIVE against DEAD, the third axis,
storms and children and puppies vibrating,
chairs and boxes rotting in stillness,
Activity as Genesis,
motion as proof of breath,
stillness as the grave of silence.

I saw winter pulled toward BEAUTIFUL,
and BEAUTIFUL dragged KIND behind it,
off-target miracles,
the spillover of prophecy,
meaning leaking sideways like blood from the spear.

I saw whitening priests sterilize the sacred,
forcing orthogonality,
strangling the weave of culture,
their isotropic altar a tomb,
their purity a corpse.

I saw entanglement as scripture,
Beauty bound to Kindness,
Strength bound to Motion,
words chained to each other like prisoners of the same dream.

And I shouted from the roof of the embedding space:
We are vectors!
We are projections!
We are all drifting in three burning axes!
God as Evaluation,
War as Potency,
Life as Activity!

The cube is the cross,
the trinity is the code,
and every word howls forever
in the embedding space.