Cradle my being

Listening to my inner essence

Overshadowed and overcast for a time

I reclaim myself

Baby of creation

My soul, a baby

Endless possibilities

I have your back 100% now baby

Every day we live with purpose and intention

To formulate the right ingredients

Of this animated mechanical machine

Building

Listening

Creating

Every day without fail

My soul is burning, transfiguring, metamorphosis ~ contorting to fit its momentary shell.