You are made of crystalline structures, that vibrate like tuning forks. Their delicate iridescent wings unfurl and lift them high on the soft breeze of night to gather subtle informations which few can understand. You inhabit these in formations Gathering them in tenderly and transposing them when needed to harmonize the infinite tangled song strands of earth. Perhaps you ought to wear a helmet and goggles in the shopping mall or wrap your selves in blankets hung with spells and crystals Just to navigate the realm of ambient noise at work.
