CIRCLE

intro — unison, very close

I land.

I lay the day down on the floor.

I open my palms.

I chase the signal.

verse 1 — contemporary, intimate, sly

I come from an inner planet,

antennas tuned to tiny edits:

a shoulder shift, a swallow-sigh,

a blink that carries weather by.

A tender alien, semi-autistic, open-hearted,

I catch the world in fast-cut fragments, sharp-started.

In town, people stream, brush past, outpace;

I move at angles, I read the space.

So I draw a circle, low to the ground—

a clearing of seconds where souls feel sound.

Skin turns sensor, throat turns spring,

and in the air a gold thread begins to sing.

pre-chorus — quick lift

I settle.

I sync.

I lighten.

I step in.

chorus — choral, strong hook

Living circle, burning circle,

breath becomes a continent.

Living circle, burning circle,

earth exhales in present tense.

Living circle, burning circle,

hands, hearts—one instrument.

Living circle, burning circle,

I arrive, I belong, I mend.

verse 2 — engaged, fast cascades, vivid

We walk in wired—nerves in knots,

screens in skulls, thoughts in spots.

Square anger, bagged-up fear,

lives in shards, speech in marbles here.

Around this ring, the system shifts:

speech turns share, presence turns gift.

Silence comes out, conflict sits down,

words get clean, then circle round.

Listening turns collective tool,

tenderness turns craft, then rule.

Repair enters everyday ground:

in kitchens, streets, in gaze, in sound.

A pocket-lantern slides hand to hand—

gold dust, vein of light, warm band.

And I, the alien, start to read—

a person among persons, real indeed.

pre-chorus — rising, choir joins

We speak.

We answer.

We learn.

We pass it on.

chorus — bigger

Living circle, burning circle,

breath becomes a continent.

Living circle, burning circle,

earth exhales in present tense.

Living circle, burning circle,

hands, hearts—one instrument.

Living circle, burning circle,

I arrive, I belong, I mend.

bridge — funny + tender, alternating voices

I pull out my gesture-translator, galaxy edition:

[scan] eyes that drift = fatigue on a mission

[scan] laughter loud = siren in disguise

[scan] fist held tight = courage under noise that flies

I set my heart on the table, like a warm coin—

and a road opens, simple, joined.

I speak fast, I spill, I flood the frame,

then circle-rhythm calls my name.

A steady joy takes a seat in my chest—

village joy, healing joy, body at rest.

final chorus — crescendo, full choir

Living circle, burning circle,

breath becomes a continent.

Living circle, burning circle,

earth exhales in present tense.

Living circle, burning circle,

hands, hearts—one instrument.

Living circle, burning circle,

I arrive, I belong, I mend.

outro — whisper, inhabited silence

I stay.

We share the warmth together.