354R(1) atta attar

[droqen]

"turning
 always turning grace
 and smooth thinking
 how slipping serpentine between snakes
 scales and forgetting school
 just swimming as one

 washing water with water and always forever
 turn."
 

[droqen]

this poem is an attempt to hold on to the slippery nature of slipperiness, smooth action, like and unlike a chambered device  admitting machined parts just so. are we machines?