Switch it on, indicators enflame
Windows to your soul emit radiance, dazzling
To proclaim your inner life! A spirt of motion.
Motion, it diffuses through your casing,
The air tightens and ebbs to your tremble and pull
Lifting your animus to these ears.
The room is full of the evidence of your being,
The walls remit your proclamations of life as if
They lived too as the echos glanced off.
With anticipation, fingers reach and trace the inputs
A heart minds the heart, the mind hearts the mind,
Dream deeply of possibilities the others don't understand.
Wonder fully of these inner things,
These braces and identifiers crafted,
Chosen so choicely by the most intentful choice.
A child at terminal,
Begins her work.