Citizens of the world
Where do you come from they were told?
A city made of gold
Neither here nor there
We are citizens of the world
Galactic beings in a cauldron of essence
A single helical strand contorts in the wind
All that steadies the twistings are the etheric strings
Connected to base pairs, adenine, thymine
That’s how we know when we’ve arrived
We mirror back to our other Self exactly what we are
Adenine’s other self is thymine
Dual bridge crossing.