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…
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