#poetry #art In the realm of shapes and lines, A cube rests, edges defined. Around it swirls, a tensor's dance, Invisible forces in silent trance.  Each face, a plane of thought, By vector's touch, subtly caught. In this geometry, an unseen bind, A pull of dimensions, mind to mind.  In the cube's angles, reflections cast, Of a tensor's curve, endless and vast. In every vertex, a meeting unseen, A dance of shapes, complex, serene.   Through space they move, apart yet near, In every interaction, a pattern clear. A cube and tensor, in silent rapport, In geometry's heart, a mystery's core.