Volcanic ash erupts high into the evening sky;
far away the wings quiver on a tiny butterfly.
A tear swells in the corner of an Ark Angel’s eye,
only when I hide the truth, by the guise of a lie.
A selfless deed is done, when no reward required;
my heart beats ever stronger; I am no longer tired.
What I seek within this world is the union of two;
the final fusion of numbers and words are a clue.
If you seek out truth, then truth you shall find;
amalgamate numeracy and literacy and kind.
Numbers and letters are just digits floating in space;
joined together, evolution forms an unbeatable race.
Next time try looking deeper, at this collective for me,
together we harmonise the world with synchronicity.