Glowing hearty souls. We appear as tanks, dogs, mice, caricatures, suns, gentlemen, travelers, family. We speak the language of spirit, the depths of each personal history is summoned, reveals itself in the moment, alters, and is revealed again. I live in unbearable beauty and play with illusion, reality as it appears. We are captivated by others' souls, masked by illusions, and find unity, synchronicity, compassion. We wish not to disband. We wish not to stand on the corner awaiting a streetcar, coins in hand, traversing city streets, spreading like rays, to bed, alone, dreaming. We wish to leave our bodies, soar above the city, convene and disperse freely like birds through sky.