Written by Yuriy Ku (Drop) and Hastywords

Two forms, nondescript

Flowing free, shadows

Set aglow by the morning sun

Two molecules, awoken –

Anatomies in breeze

Drifting to the destination nest

Quintessential bonds, perfect

In their primordial being

Spurned for their simplicity.

They percolate through

Barriers and obstacles

In this chaotic cruise

Conferring their sentience

As a grandest gift, peace proposing

Sparkling simple acts of love

From the pith of inspiration,

From the deepest core

Of commonality.

 They glide in stream

And have the beam

Their friction makes this rapture –

Ignites, illuminates, irradiates.

And only one thing matters –

They are free in the volitation –

Everything generic

And anything sporadic

Born in and out

Of this breathing blazing worship.