Mellifluent rhythms in the man-made musk
Masking the thread of deception.
An unknown gaze for the threatening delights
That haunt our predetermined actions.
Or a light that continues to shine
Through the unnecessary strife,
In the conditions that we birthed from
The concrete evidence of the divide.
The divine left tepid but not unheard.
The pain that circulates gives rise to the vulnerability we confide in,
Uniting us in the joyous wisdom
That love is the highest perception.