Cartão Postal The Alien I am

Inside of me crawls another kind of mind, and as I look out at the world and I view multiple perspectives. I wonder about this wonder that is everywhere about us and through us and is us. So we call to it as it calls to us and we know it's face beauty and grace. That which is of us but separate, the calling and the voice. So shall we answer it's call as it's shouted throughout the world and we are to consider it. Problems seen and solved and shared, is this not what matters. Not the methods or means of control, in broken systems throughout the world. Can we not hear our voice that calls for answers and are met with them even when we love the question.