I\'m but a fragment of collective consciousness,
aligned to the skies ship,
diffused as light particles generating jabberwoky emanated through the sound of colors,
tilted axis,
hydroponic thoughts rippling notions like comet rocks skidding through the seas of oceans,
cross pollination is one of few languages spoken of the wind,
land swimmers surfacing towards heaven\'s intuition,
cherish your gift,
for the gift is what never stops giving.