Circuits and springs, our hard-wired arms race
"To see a world in a grain of sand"
Neurons, nerve ends, a good interwoven
"To hold infinity in the palm of your hand"
What is it in you that quietly wheels you away?
Provoking only what provokes me
Uninspired and tired of fanning the flames
Provoking only what provokes me
Circuits and springs
The body is a machine