Glyphs; symmetrical alchemical radicals
Of matter and energy. Inside this DNA
We can see the simple base of existence.
The eternal dream calls to each of us by name
Yet, do we even hear it? Heads hung in shame.
Take a moment, calm down, and listen. Feel the tide,
Time slipping on by and life’s clockwork mechanisms
Ticking as gears turn. We are glyphs etched into clay.
Evolution or transmutation? The questions we all relay.
Give me a moment longer to etch who we are into the code
Of the Universe. Never forget the way it was. Just don’t erode. . .