Hefted from the bowels of the rarest Earth
Lights, camera, inaction
It doesn't have a mind
But consciousness?
It wants things from you
That you won't help but give
It wants to be held
And you'll hold
To touch
You touch
To bring the words and sounds and feelings
Scattered by the powers that be
Pedaling status and information
Can you help but take some?
A little more than a peek?
Probably not.
This shape has you in its thrall
It can't quite change what you've got going on
But it can amplify anything
It's a one way door
A classic mousetrap
Laid with honey
And peanut butter
Asking so little
Taking so much
A lifeline
To a life less lived
Breathe it in
Again and again
You'll never be the same
Roman Ryan 