Firstly comes the crown and cape; the spine and the brain.

Then, the heart. Filling you full and vital. A bloody pump drumming and thundering in your veins.

Outer limbs. Sensory organs. Guts and slop.

From the rumbling of your stomach. From the singing of tendons under strain. From the elecric charge building in your spine and dancing along your scalp.

The divine thrum is within you-- that living symphony that composes your action and response. Your fear and your love. Your awe and your terror.

Bewilderment become the worm clutched within the beak. You are it, and it is flying. The sky is now whatever is below you.