Hey hey hey, baby girl – looking at you looking at me, exchanging bits on our infrared string. It can’t be cut, no it will never be cut, no God, no demon, no man can. Our system, our matrix, our dimension, is one; my angel, sweet angel, your guardian, watching you watching me, exchanging bits on our infrared string. What do you process when I place my lips upon your cheek? Fingertips feel the way you breath – fragility, you or I at this moment of peace? Exchanging bits on our infrared string.