To grind and shift, forcing rust to chip, chip away and crumble

Useless, dumb days rot the nest of thought

It feels like forever since it woke up!

What good did it serve to bite the brains tongue,

What good did it do to wait to explore these thoughts?

Sound everywhere, melodic noise, reverberate through the brain

Eyelids open, flood lights on, the fire ignites again

The colour's seep into every blood cell

Every hair-line crevice pried open to make room

For the eagles to overflow like blood, quick

Then out the mouth

A nest of tangles, initially, but all birdnest holds treasure

Glass as sharp as teeth, it cuts but doesn't kill

Then the twigs mutate into beams of steel

The immortal eagles sit on the teeth of metal

Building the mind, branch by branch, nail by nail

The eagles grow tired, and the colour fades

Decrecendo, silence. Again we must wait

For the hatchling to emerge

And the gears to begin again