We are organs of each other, feathers of tomorrow
We share genes like hairs of our forever
Mutating to the timing of us
It’s not choice, it’s attraction
It’s a thrill of fantasy caressing reality
Hae.mi has a smile, I know it without knowing it
When she wants to repeat a moment
That felt like a bit of forever
Lost in the joy of now, a murmur
That’s all it took, all it takes, sometimes
When we look into the skies, we know
Nothing lasts forever, and it’s good
We are organs of time, breathing colors
Exploring the senses of beyond senses
And rejoining in the emotion of immortality
Hae.mi had that shaman side, she’d say the most
Philosophical things, at the oddest times
A bit like her son, he played games with destiny
We are silver fishes, that don’t swim but fly
It’s not choice, it’s attention
We attain the repetition of the essential things
We are delivered into silence this way
With the feeling of tomorrow
Being something we can’t live without.
Wuji Seshat 