Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy’s great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from the outer side of this guo (国) that divies us by class.
We are all a single thing- a thing beyond the scope, of these symbols shared by script, and v’brations that elope.
You and I are here and now, sharing energy; movin’, dancin’, screaming rhythmic melodies, to a world that shares it too, and carries frequencies that inform us and conform us to the patterns that we see.
We can be more.
We are more.
And we are one.