A Slice Of Pi

The ratio:

Three

Point One and Four.

The digit:

El-

Mentary,

Imperfect,

And

Totally pure.

Don`t know,

See,

Or feel the door;

But sense it,

Dwell-

Ing and explore.

We connect

(Blend)

What was obscure.

When winds blow,

The

Spirits will soar.

With our grit,

(Hell

And) mental war –

We dissect

(Rend),

From out of core.

Then, project

(Send)

From Gaea`s floor

(Angles writ -

Tel

Emetric score);

And we go,

Free

To look for more…

…Soon we find. shim. mering gold ore.

The portal. we. had searched for.

Hidden with. in. Three Point One Four.

Composed By: A.D.

(I need to do a secondary check on the syllables, I`m tired at the moment. I will revisit and do a secondary proof, tomorrow. Have a great night, and thanks for visiting the page. Enjoy)