Clockwork

Spin and whirl. They spin and whirl. While we walk, talk, eat, bathe, they keep up their incessant turning. Wild trajectories, unpredictable paths. Pivots off-center. Eccentric, so they are called. Their teeth mesh, flinging ideas, actions. No sense, no guidance.

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Something is clear. Logic triumphs momentarily. Then once again their dance begins. Rattling wheels, slipping cogs, conjuring pictures, sounds, concepts arcane and abstract. Catch a ball? They're in control. The sweetest melodies, most sublime artworks - creations of their messy movements. In mid-sentence,

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Another piece of the puzzle. Comprehension shines brightly between the clouds of... lost it. Wheels spin, whirl, your words vanish in the sounds, vanquished by spontaneity, random

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Right word, wrong time. Too late now. Past time to fix it. Nice to have the clarity though. Things seem a bit more connected, less disjointed. Continuity is always present, just in different amounts.

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EUREKA. Enlightenment.