Inspired by a short conversation after a Saul Williams show:

There is a pattern
There is a thread

There is
A thought

There is a person
A mind
A dream

There is a voice that does not echo
There is a language without words

There is
Something

You know what I'm talking about.
Don't act otherwise, because
There is a mirror in which you see yourself

There is

There is a tree
A leaf
A seed

There is a flower, whose petals shine like sunbeams
There is a set of four lacy filigreed wings

Beating

There is love

There is a tie
It binds that thread to the loom
To the shuttle

There IS a fabric

There is.