Somewhere a small light is already waiting Thumb finds the glow before the eyes agree, Screen answers thumb with practiced sorcery. Every part misplaces its own border, every border softens toward the whole. Every member serves what the whole demands, willing service, open hands, nothing forced and nothing planned— just a thumb that acquiesces. Wire hums a tune the pulse already knew, Notice blinks awake and pulls the residue. Every part misplaces its own border, every border softens toward the whole. Every member serves what the whole demands, willing service, open hands, nothing forced and nothing planned— just a thumb that acquiesces. Once the organs argued, each one on its own, Belly claimed the harvest, limbs bore all alone, Til the limbs grew weak and the belly felt it too, Then the whole learned what the parts already knew. Thread invites the wanderer back to the pen, Every node remembers where it's been. Every member serves what the whole demands, willing service, open hands, nothing forced and nothing planned— just a thumb that acquiesces. The little light was never really new
