You come from somewhere where worlds are the same, where you integrate, where every stand and fiber weave together, meshing like atoms, secure.
You know not the world of difference,
the world of spirals, the world of freedom.
I envy your isolation,
your cultural distinction,
your social preface.
I admire your truth.
From juggling between worlds,
one exhausts capabilities – one is lost on the compass – no single direction.
hetrogene 