Verse 1:
In a world of shifting colors, where the mind's a spectral stream,
There’s a rhythm called Allism, moving through a waking dream.
No fractals in the wiring, no kaleidoscopic glow,
A linear vibration where the shifting currents flow.
But what lies underneath…?
Chorus:
Allism, just a whisper in the cosmic melody,
A place where thoughts align and drift with quiet symmetry.
Autumn skies of other minds, the contrast we perceive,
Allism, autism—two worlds that interweave.
Verse 2:
No static in the senses, no cascading waves of light,
The patterns speak in silence, no shadows in the night.
A world of straight connections, no echoes in the hall,
In the quiet hum of Allism, the colors fade, dissolve.
The spectrum fades to grey…
Bridge:
But the universe is endless, no better, no less, no more,
A billion blazing neurons on a boundless ocean's shore.
Allism holds its rhythm, autism sings its tune,
Together they’re the starlight, reflecting the same moon.
Outro:
So let the waves converge, let the patterns intertwine,
Each thread a piece of stardust, every mind a spark divine.
Allism, autism—just mirrors in the air,
Infinite reflections in the dream we all share.
And the spiral never ends…
