Reinvent the Wheel; Recreate the World

Reinventing the Wheel

where we are the wheel,

and our minds keep spinning

trying to figure out how to be something different.

Our minds are tired of spinning in circles.

We want to forget shapes exist in the shapeless abyss

and kiss sailboats with salty lips.

We want to stop spilling salt and forgetting which shoulder to throw it over.

We want to stop spinning over if this fates us to bad luck for 7 years.

Our mind is made from the broken bottles of sailors tongues;

process art of becoming a sea glass collection.

Sea glass hues, shatter then soften.

We are matter becoming; waiting, patient and unsure for the next push.

Our mind, a timid tsunami,

quivering and afraid of the hurt caused by becoming what it was meant to be.

The tectonic plates are our breast bones.

As they shift, our tidal waves change,

and in the perfect timing of their furious nose dive into each other,

and up towards our celestial mirror

 We become that which we were fated to be.

A sweeping force, powerful enough to engulf Atlantis below

our creation of a New World.