Language to learn……….
Surely spoken by the Earth………
a fire to engage with………
Whinny of the axes as the planet turns…….
Breathe deep the pure air dunes Dantian…..
Flutter the restless tongue a tune of the Sun Warble…..
Display the mating gradient of ritual, designed for survival….
Arabesque of the sentient landrace bio-dreamer drones who’ll undress in the eyes of the Iterator…
Ghosts of princess’ past plié, give pouty lipped kisses..
Exit the stage with bouquet and bow to the magnet.
The Realm 