Manifest Continuum
Three hundred ninety-seven, a blank
page in the air Tiguidou,
the manifest, a story written there.
Lux in tenebris, I choose the theme today Dohaeris,
the sovereign, and the words I mean to say.
He abierto un nuevo libro,
j'ai ouvert un nouveau livre,
the ink begins to flow Je suis le Manifeste,
Tara, and the plot begins to grow.
Everything is tiguidou, when the story is my choice Todo es relato,
tout est récit, I’m finding a different voice.
The manifest is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the theme
La Soberana sequence, the architect of the dream.
C’est incroyable, mon livre est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
Right and write the code...
the beauty in the plot
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-Writer.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the page Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, I’m stepping on the stage.
The ritual is the drafting,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the manifest,
and making the fragments whole.
Everything is tiguidou, when the story is my choice Todo es relato,
tout est récit, I’m finding a different voice.
The manifest is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the theme
La Soberana sequence, the architect of the dream. I
write because I am,
the rhythm is finally true
La vida es un mapa,
el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art
The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
Meow.
Tara.
Quinn. Tiguidou.