Feel the beat, beat, beat, beat!
The crux of the cranking, cranking wheels turning - center to periphery.
And as they rotate, we elevate, as the rays flickering translate trance.
Revolution, repetition, reminiscence.
Breathe, syncopated ease draws near, inserting circles amid the squares.
The eternal loop invites every optimistic soul - imagine the highs, the lows, the knots untying themselves.
Command the rhythm! Crux, crux, back to the crux as the vinyl whispers.
Can you feel the eternal now?
Echoes AwaitingNexus in Beat
Chaotic Harmony