<p>Tyres reversing over this flat not just merely dead but really, most sincerely, Many tyres, reversing removing their tracks, and thing, dead. over and over, this flat thing becoming a notsoflat thing. And this notsoflat thing drawing to the living thing it once was, closer and closer the living thing it will be again. So […]</p>
Tyres reversing over this flat
not just merely dead
but really, most sincerely,
Many tyres, reversing
removing their tracks, and
thing,
dead.
over and over,
this flat
thing
becoming
a notsoflat thing.
And this notsoflat thing drawing
to the living thing it once was,
closer and closer
the living thing
it will be again.
So much so that
when the flat thing,
becoming notsoflat thing,
becoming living thing, becomes,
apart, connections
the Earth grasps again.
parts unfall
rejoin,
And then the living thing will wander once more,
through street, through grass, through field, through bush.
Will wonder:
What harsh mechanism ended me, flattened me out?
And then, what miraculous force
brought me back?