Cuprous blue seeps into the hue Of copper salts that are soluble to a certain degree Ionized by the quantum physics of fluid mastery Some of us call it mechanics, unable to find the shapely This semblance of a resolute material dissipates into amorphous structures Characterized by homogeneity The redness of the sky might be because the highest wavelength fits I guess it's survival of the fittest But, all of them are pretty light and coruscating In this rainbow of seven hues and seen from a mathematicians perspicacity In a chemist's hitchhiking imagination on highflying LSD Desolate from his experiences, reveling in his trident of discovery Meditation, microdosing, and maths can make a deadly concoction So when will you wake up, if a chemist saw the light in ego death When will you wake up, if a physicist saw the nature of light in it's the essence Maybe, you understand the mathematics of this astral world based on senescence governed by adic numbers Maybe, you understand the rush of not being anywhere that is akin to progress The perfect circle might be a loquacious description of pi If you are correct till each decimal point Making your place on this map, with numbers that guide your numbered time