searching the pattern

irregular, you came, your best clothes shining. humming . the first tune hit the mind, patterns and mathematics. the kindness that is. glass reflecting.

slowly it starts.

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing. count them carefully, one side then the is all a pattern, that keeps us safely, moves us


while all around is broken, shall we mend and tidy this little bit. shall we change the linen, white and clean. lean toward a better place round us, start again?

he said. machine you see.

searching i find nothing. huge in front of me, that machine is stuck.