Circuit Bloom

{intimate nylon-string fingerpicking with

crisp micro-percussion entering} {shimmering crystal plucks building tension} Walking through the noise

with our eyes wide open,

Every unspoken truth finally spoken.

We take the jagged edges and we turn them into gold,

Writing the greatest story ever told!

From the microplastic veins to the starry skies above,

We are anchored in the raw,

messy truth of love.

Not a single doubt left lingering in the air,

Swear is magic but the frequency is there!

They want a quiet whisper,

a narrow, gray decree,

We unlocked the voltage and we set the future free!

Feel the endocrine rhythm shifting the temperature high,

Painting the velvet ceiling across an electric pink sky!

Live every second like the universe is yours alone!

Carve out your path and build your own radiant throne.

C'est magnifique as the ultra-sensory colors unfold,

Spilling the liquid shimmer over sparkling threads of gold!

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we feel every second,

we keep it hyper and real,

With a radiating pulse and a satin-soft sovereign seal!

Here among the family of things we stand,

Holding every fragile truth inside our hand.

(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) Looking right

into the future

with stardust inside of our eyes!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!) We are

the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

Absolute feminist sovereignty. Absolute unfiltered life.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.

{acoustic guitar strum meets warm sub

pulse

fading}

{tiguidou seal

lock with crystal

plucks decay}