Turbines on a sea of forgotten beauty. Surrounded by golden tips that praise the sky above. They spin and spin again as they dance with the wind. Timeless spokes that seem to charge my mind and push words together like trains of thought. Thoughts that cannot stop as they race towards afterthoughts.

Charge me with your man made will. Your need to matter ever after. Show me how there is no ending as you spin my thoughts. Powering me to push my pen across another field of white. Thoughts scribbled in the wind, turbine push me again.



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