The Plane
What is a plane without wings,
a car without wheels.
Innovation of ideas,
The battle between science and technology:
Matrix and reality,
From deciphering codes with kids
To being given the keys,
Clink; clink....
The sound of iron hitting bars
To silver shining and reflecting
Light: beholding My image,
Amidst the grayish poles
But blended colour radiating out of the
Pinnacle spheres made of mercury
And converted to the finest gold,
Old legend's of crafts
And sons work and work...
All over the four corners
From the equator to earths axis,
Standing still and deciphering my existence,
Life force: spirit powered by thought
Manifesting as feelings,
So I feel my presence.
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