Chromosomatic Prisms Of Oneness

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In this space, the flora and fauna is symmetry in me.

A design of infinite equation;

Every particle  is a prefect interpretation;

When the color changes, all our energy re-arranges.

What makes us human, what makes the daisy?

We are a symphony of living stages.

As the chromosomes began swaying,

We  became the essence of creation;

All the molecules know the creator.

There is no separation,

In the melodic prisms,

Of  how we’re mutated.

The Universe gave birth,

To a species of eleven.

Known in Heaven.

Found in everything.

Listen and you’ll hear them.

Our sacred being,

Our truest nature,

Our purest fusion;

Our real intention.

The sound of  inception.