This is where you are made,
a celestial manufacturing plant,
here every nut and bolt,
clamp and lever,
bracket and hinge,
is fixed together.
There is neither concealment
nor deflection,
all out in the open
as it should be.
Here sensation and emotions
are carefully folded,
some replications
from previous generations,
others quite original.
It is a devilishly complex template.
Joy for example is light,
anxiety brittle, perception rare,
courage red, shame…aquamarine.
Now conscience is a tricky one.
Heavy as lead, dense as mercury,
fluid, a rambler.
But on the other hand, contentment
is a mighty gift, a gemstone much pursued…
but rarely captured.
And finally, well love, delicate this.
Love is placed within a pocket
secretly, without a fuss,
you would hardly know it was there.
But it is.
On occasion love is half forgotten,
at other times it slips out of a hole
or hides between a seam.
But if you are really blessed love explodes
SPECTACULARLY.
Now on your way child.