when's the last breath you held?
and when did you last sigh?
have you felt the string attached
as the crow does fly?
through the streets are cords of gold,
attaching men both young and old
women, girls, and enby's too
with skin alike, and different hue
have you seen the streets as moats?
or as rivers running wide?
have stopped to see the sky?
with smile open wide?
feel the Presence in the air!
grasp your hands, then loosen so!
never stop within your tracks,
do not frighten or heed woe!
let the herald fly the cords,
which ties humans closed!