Wheels within wheels,
interlocked
eyes that dot the rims.
10,000 outstretched arms
invite all comers,
wings encircle a glowing and ascendant
body.
From many,
a single entity.
An atomized chorus,
moving in synchrony
without consciousness,
nor dreams nor thoughts.
Order and chaos,
coalesce to form an
improvised symphony.
Each piece,
individual, indivisible
and interdependent,
living communally
serving the whole and
acting in concert.
The being,
older than time,
makes no demands,
states no pleas
only meanders
through darkness.
And we,
looking through our own reflections,
wish we could ask it
what it sees.
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