It has many moving parts, intricate, with many steps. Predisposed-to be inferior, Oedipus or heaven sent. You can be outside but in it, a group of buildings, apart, meant. At the end, when there’s an ion, it’s descriptive of your skin.

Proud to be called A word like bald I fly, but am not a duck And appear on a buck

A cozy boat where bubbles play, a watery bed at the end of day. In its quiet embrace, worries float away.

A pendulum pivoting around a single point, out on yonder playground as a popular pastime. Ah, how the youths propel themselves to such ponderously great heights.

For a massive sporting company, I describe the noise and motion their silent logo makes.