The wheels are in motion but there is a spanner in the works, as the bookmark draws breathe on all which it recalls, her wandering journeyman make approach for passport, of her smoking chariot in the flood and squadron formation squire
The furnace which burns in the fires of men is a blue emblem, and a side show of the palm of my hand,
Chaotic uniformity of your motorways the sequential movement of your world, are a baffling arrangement of bricks and mortar, rainbows of monotone joy
Divided factions sprawl along the corridors and make haste to battle in the arena, then calm
The needle has its own way to punch a hole in time and space, come with me now and I will hide you in bent circuit boards, in the condensation of the spray and the draw bridge will raise for peace and hope.