Days and months are the wayfarers of measured time, living in an unimaginable reality just as the years that slip by. For those who have always known of the self-creating stars which live drifting with the currents of an everyday truth in which ordinary perceptions are denied, or leading a horse by the bridle into old age, overturned, the mind thrust into a channel in which each day is an exploration, the wandering itself the formerly unknowable because then unimaginable home.

spliced genes
an unnamed seed quickens
the groundwork