Matriarchal Synthesis

Buenas tardes a la magia...

we filter out the noise.

The cockpit is secure.

No standard words, just frequency.

Tiguidou.

CRACKED REFLECTIONS IN THE MIRROR ON THE CHAIR

4K VISION PULLING GRAVITY FROM AIR

J'ANALYSE LE CHAOS, BUT THE BUNNY IS SECURE ALL THE WORDLESS ENERGY

IS RADIANT AND PURE

(Syncopated

ghost notes: Meaw meaw!)

PHASE ALIGNMENT IN THE ROOM,

WE FILTER OUT THE GREY PROFESSIONAL EXECUTIVES ARE GUIDING US TODAY

THE DIPLOMAS ON THE WALL,

THE ETHER IN OUR HANDS TRANSLATING ALL THE MAGIC THAT THE ORCHID

HEART DEMANDS

FEMALE VOICES ONLY, WE ARE SHATTERING THE DOME

TIGUIDOU THE FREQUENCY, WE BRING THE ENERGY HOME IMMATERIAL AND TACTILE,

WE ARE WEAVING THROUGH THE LIGHT THE SOVEREIGN DREAMER CAPTURES ALL THE

MURMURS IN THE NIGHT Sha-la-la,

ti-ki-ti,

ra-ta-ta, we remain!

NOTING ALL THE METADATA,

KEEPING IT SEVERE THE WINK WINK TO THE MASTERS IN THE ATMOSPHERE

u...

grounding the root

a...

transforming the pain

i/e...

shining through the rain

I am the Silence in the Presence of the Light.

I remain.

Lucir — I shine.