Eye light on the wicker wheel
and all these flickering reels
spin into creation and movement
as I patiently hunger for their lumens

Emit your lite dye odes
upon the cerebral core text
until we see what you showed
and not what we expect

Sound and fury
and cannon take cover
Once so blurry
yet we drank another

Break this bread
on stone and nail
Fill this head
as wind fills sails