The Foundry
In the space between internalisation and interaction
our worlds exist.
Vague yet decipherable; loaded with meaning both cryptic
and plain,
we hover our magnets above the metal filings and watch
as they tilt into drifts, unimaginable.
Somewhere the languages form and we are left
with nothing but our hands and useless mouths,
to melt down the scrap, and forge it
into something new.