It would seem the world has quietly fit the puzzle pieces into place over night , Like wet washing , crispy and dry from the radiators humming warmth , a satisfactory feeling , a job well done. There is much beauty to be found on this journey home , moments where the heart is plummeting at a million miles a second , descending from the upper troposphere hurtling down , through clouds whipped up by a storm of ages – waiting for the conclusion – perpetual motion catches me Elegant design, Crooked lines make curves, Spitting at the throat, holding those words, vision of confusion eats up at the temple of love , bodies are walking shrines.