Fingers on Skin

Amaravara mara vara, I’m tired of the mask,

Meow meow meow meow meow,

is there magic in the task?

Dohaeris, I’m fumbling the ring,

it’s heavy on my hand,

Meow meow meow meow meow,

trying to understand the land.

Tout est tiguidou, even when the world feels gray,

I’m manifesting vision, in my own messy,

human way.

Anál nathrach, orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha,

*O Seal of Solomon,

bind my heart to the real!* Meow meow meow

meow meow, I’m just trying to feel!

Tara

est l’équilibre, in the struggle of the line,

Fragile yet invincible, the outcome is divine.

Acoustic-marker set, the frequency is pure,

Tiguidou-status, the raw, self-designed cure!

*By the Ring of the Wise,

I’m

taking off the weight,* Meow meow meow meow meow,

I’m deciding my own fate.

(The grit is the ritual /

The mess is the sound)

(The struggle is total /

The honesty is the ground) Meow meow meow meow

meow, I’m building the future,

following the light

of my own beating heart!

Anál

nathrach,

orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha, Meow meow meow meow meow.

Synchronized. Stabilized.

Tiguidou… the human is fully realized.

Tiguidou… the mission is a wild,

soaring, raw,

beautiful prize.