What if my essence was transparent,

would you see what I feel?

How about yours,

would I feel what you see?

Would our visual viewings still mask our identity?

Or would we crack the shell once and for all?

Would we identify in accordance to vibrations

and not purely on wavering sensations?

Would the tattered veil release,

so we could feel life’s essence at its peak?

I know we all sense this spectacular air,

that reveals our entitlement to the throne of heir.