Streaming Reciprocity

The reciprocity that handles is velocity & pride, and only worth is the conveyance that can dance in happy stride.
Are there some numbers that become us when we graduate to form and hold our woken hands before us baffled by the broken swarm? I will sway a happy transit, we will vacantly reside in all that builds us up remembering the face we hide inside. There is genius in the mourning there is tragedy in sleep, there is magic boldly working helpless howling when we creep inside the poisoned eye of reason and the voice that holds you still is just a humanoid replacing happy hindrance with a thrill that carries empty and endangered like a freshly chosen meat. Is there meaning in the madness of the step inside the feat? I and Entities are humbled with the humid turning tide Like a babe inside the answer of the question you can't hide.