you move with precision,
every action planned ahead
sweet craftsman, sweet baby,
watch the thoughts turn in your head.
no word without reason,
no drop spilt to waste,
rough hands building mountains, and technology, and space.
the way that i feel with you is something like faith,
like the cosmos is within you,
like there are intangible waves.
the energy oozing all around -
shall i catch it in my hands, love?
shall i collect it with care, make an exhibit of it,
title: pure adoration.
i’m thinking ten years ahead,
god, you’ve got me deluded,
********** cycle-breaking,
and it’s all on paper.
the waves keep on flowing,
the energy persists,
trickling through my hands,
it exists, it exists.
i believe in the first law of thermo-whatever,
how it was not created and how it will not be destroyed,
how it can only convert from one form to another.
how it must go somewhere.
how i hope that it stays.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
you move with precision,
every action planned ahead
sweet craftsman, sweet baby,
watch the thoughts turn in your head.
no word without reason,
no drop spilt to waste,
rough hands building mountains, and technology, and space.
the way that i feel with you is something like faith,
like the cosmos is within you,
like there are intangible waves.
the energy oozing all around -
shall i catch it in my hands, love?
shall i collect it with care, make an exhibit of it,
title: pure adoration.
i’m thinking ten years ahead,
god, you’ve got me deluded,
********** cycle-breaking,
and it’s all on paper.
the waves keep on flowing,
the energy persists,
trickling through my hands,
it exists, it exists.
i believe in the first law of thermo-whatever,
how it was not created and how it will not be destroyed,
how it can only convert from one form to another.
how it must go somewhere.
how i hope that it stays.
my craftsman, my love
