wonder
The iron veins that move the ground
Skirt in their parallel dwindling lock
The sight of the Indian who already knew
Before our era of clouds split
By birds with stiff wings that
Rise shining to the source waiting for
A renewed exploitation similar like
The pride of the son of Daedalus
However survival has failed
That every pursuit for forces faster higher
And stronger leads to a drain
That the true nature is as it is and
That it is not for nothing that it is bounded
The general exceeds the lines of time
The loco motif derails on the bridge
The eagle descends moved by its prey
The wise man walks kneels in wonder
Surrenders his inner self to the all encompassing