Our sight was surrounded by division until the light unwound with such precision.
It seems that all is either falling or left into place, separately.
Seems all is perceived with simplicity.
Engage me with new years of old worlds & I’ll follow you into the field of battle.
With their eyes, now as knives, I can hear our back sides plead.
So are we here now to be cast out?
We are still here now, somehow.
Seems that everything is falling right into place, collectively.
Seamlessly received with simplicity.
Received with simplicity.