Today, you resume your world of thunder - mind-soundings set to wordlessness.
In gas trails and mounds of rock, you embed yourself - extending wide your arms - pulling the pattern toward you - urging the story to your ear where it enters your form. Its origin, you embody, mirroring its progeny with the designs of your hands.
Inlaid, the cog of you sees. An aware gromit, you spoon with your destiny.
Turning - the wheels of your mind iterate bodily shifts in the spell of a machine you inhabit and revere.
In gas trails and mounds of rock, you embed yourself - extending wide your arms - pulling the pattern toward you - urging the story to your ear where it enters your form. Its origin, you embody, mirroring its progeny with the designs of your hands.
Inlaid, the cog of you sees. An aware gromit, you spoon with your destiny.
Turning - the wheels of your mind iterate bodily shifts in the spell of a machine you inhabit and revere.
