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.

~DiosRaw, 27/11/21