Like two doves
a committed flight.
This unknown flavor
we chase until the night
Stay, this thought
perchance a dream.
Weaving the stream
paths coincide, unseen.

The bird's song, the smell in the air
The sculpted land making the experience rare
this wild life, nurtured with care

Our heart's song unfolding, begun by a bird
Human noise so thorough so bland so absurd
Within the pierced heart a message is heard.

Do you have any jumper cables?

This wait
I await
This weight, a common thread of anxiety and apprehension
This arrival
Our survival
Tribal, our rejoice in the ascension of our bretheren.

We are here.
Time is not something that drags us together,
Rather our station, our mold created by society.
In this space here, you are not with me but apart.
We are a part.
Our honor is a natural thing, spread through time.
Our calling is to nurture and cultivate.
We shall meet up again when the need is near.
This is the start.

Irrevokably entrusted societal responsibilities.
Heavy is The Crown.

Now that I am able,
I am Undeniable

- Nial