The drumbeats echoing through the cathedral of fire within me seem to scream: It’s time for war.
All of my parts are assembled in this metaphysical space.
The one within me inhabits it through a ramification in hundreds, maybe thousands of different pieces.
Memories, projections and present states come alive and join the rhythm.
However, there’s no hate, anger, or sadness.
Only energy.
Momentum.
Action.
That’s where we belong.