Bare feet

These words count time
padding flames testify
Starting in the middle
Bare feet brought us here
Pulling playful nose
Towards unknown truth
Without the longer pause,
We exhale
Crying eyes for sleep. 
Building strength awakens
Pushing past the maze fields
Hiding confused  blind mice
Holding secrets out,
Carving thoughts into
words and shapes
Promising to return ,
The nose sets out
Against great odds, 
Meat meets bones
Are Quicker together.
The gears are too small to see,
But you can taste
sweetness as you exhale
hands of gratitude. 
She disrupts images of beauty,
Casting  out our willful hands 
A great whiff and sniff creates the vortex that carries us inside.
Speaking in echoes across the void.
Not down the rabbit hole,  but up the canines nose. 

Troys fountain head

Celebrating a claw they captured,
the ones on top dig deeper
Consuming  mouthfuls of them at a time
Chirping new feathers and feet cling to the mesh singing with
  the rythm splashing of  a retired crucible leaking out the sides
Rhinoarachnid catches the mist on the rim of the dark pool the shape rises from
Humming
"Escaping from the flow
Preferring the unknown"
Distant laughing echoing through space lucid data becoming self aware. 

Reaction frames

There has to be a witness. If there is no witness, one will be sculpted. It will be sculpted in something that will last a thousand years in the frames of our dna. A message that took more than a thousand years to get here. It is asking what do you see?

Built by hands

The dreams of those who wanted to create something better than they started with, always originally started with simply putting 2 similar things together and watching what happens as things are added.
The material expresses a unique personality.
Being unidentifiable in appearance and yet communicating a sense of familiarity is what helps push the creative people into greater innovation. 
Seeing and making the connections in the form of an object,  a structure is made.
The natural evolution of creation is continually adapting and changing at such a furious state, that it seems amazing that any creater can devote an entire lifetime to capture any state of it.
The more words used,  the greater their insignificance is shown. 

Home on the head

A home is put together with lots of little insignificant pieces that will not last.  It will not last. Unless it is made out of something stronger than bronze.
So art fills the impermanent home of those searching for that which is unable.
The mortal thought becomes  the immortal home when translated into something that connects all the discarded trash into something new.
While the physical creation is temporary,  the message is immortal. 

Structures of perspective and personality

The lines that create the structure of our definition of home.
  Protection from harm.
Home is peace. 
Pieces discarded stick together forming a unique identity.