Analysis of Witling now

When the bittersweet tree,
Dangles from its promise...
And all the yarns define...
Sing me a song oh sing me a pretty tune...
Thee, my love divine...

Angels come in gilded souls...
Shining blue light scifi truth...
Everyone can feel the love...
Effervescing through and through...
The proof!

This patchwork quanta,
This sparkling of atoms...
Oh come, feel earth! It's wonder!

I ripple through the high vibe field...
Loving ever yonder...

Within infinite time, and in infinite space...
I cloud my mind with knowledge...
But away from all the darkness now,
I chuckle o'er my porridge.

I am you and you are me as we live among this divine tapestry...
With states of greatness set to flow,
In a non stop holy show of quo,
So grab yours souls, and take your chi...
We're off to new found intel city...
Where data flows amid the robes,
Of the illuminati monarchy I be... See?

And therein I love what is up there above...

Watching so gracefully...

Infinitely... it seems...

Which is okay by me.