The waves of life divide
a still, unsounded thrive
(Humanity is bounded to)
while surfing through the peaks and chasms
innumerable worlds made up of words
(keep resonating through)
the fabric of the cords.
Into the word I look while diving into every nook
(Its power- still concealed)
into the mystic book of zeros and of ones
unbearable deep oceans
made up of nothing but emotions
(inside the words)
behind the inward light of all our worlds.
And still, the waves divide!