valves and rotors, the open and the close,
the things which keep us going,
frail, like a mouse.
small forces in the channel,
broker the deal,
what is, and is what to be.
in our downtime, we are free,
as the body rests,
we encourage the sparks
and ignite fire.
then at last, a sum of our parts,
christmas lights twinkle in the dark,
i am an engine, and you are not,
a sequence of switches,
dot to dots.